Heirs to Shadows

The decrepit stairway to the attic is covered in cobwebs,
The cluster of children giggle as they plot their hiding places,
Seeking to confuse the seeker hunting as the sunlight ebbs,
The twilight shadows mask and illuminate their cherub faces.

Spirits echo in the hallowed spaces carved above the primitive dwelling,
The wind reverberates throughout the crossbeams labyrinth of the loft,
Wizened elders hold & teach bygone chronicles of prophecies foretelling,
Of wickedness and immorality flourishing silently and soft.

Disguised from seen sight by veiled and camouflaged apparitions,
The juveniles are yet to realize that they have several ghostly stalkers,
The phantoms intent on vanishing with their souls like evil magicians,
But, the youngsters are protected by an authentic Valkyrie.

Not knowing that the parallel plane keep the windwalkers concealed,
Those specters progress tracked by a true guardian of innocence,
The malicious wraiths have their intentions of deceitfulness revealed,
Kids never knowing that they escape unscathed from the occurrence.