Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand

So these are the walls

Wherein hides my doom

And night when it falls

Brings ghoul ridden gloom

Rest shall

I find in here 'till death doth his deed

Away with these tales of aghast

That bereaveth my sleep

Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me

A new morning shall prove them all wrong

Them olde creeps and their

Dull fairytale fantasy

The haunt is on and to thee night appears sans the quiet of her spheres

No longer can

I bare the pesterings of light

Safe the sacred fires

That moon and stars ignite

Good is evil wrong is right

And thy horrors my delight

The haunt is on

No rest will

I find as long as a dream

Within my wretched mind

Brings darkness to sheen

For sorrow and woe

Seem my destiny

No thought of dispersion

Nor gleams of the hope

Of the hopeless

Have found into me