The Thing. That Voice. This Darkness

Hallowed Hells

Midnight bell chimes
Whispers on the wind
Something came in

Click. Clack
Steps on stone
Measured, patient
Drawing near

Scratch. Scratch
Nails on wood
A slow, deliberate greeting

Creak. Groan
Shadows swell
Heavy with breath unseen

Hush. Hush
A voice, dry as withered leaves
Calling a name I’ve never spoken

Drip. Drip
From nowhere, from everywhere
The scent of earth, of rot, of time undone

Thud. Thud
A weight against the door,  
The shape of something never born

Shhh

The light dies