Long, shallow, hollow hall
Taking leaves into the fall
When the spirits die and crush
Nothing left but burning brush

Bastion of the cruel reside
Empty heart rest deep inside
Never changing, always dark
Shadows play upon the arch

Silent echoes resound here
Of pasting ghosts not of fear
In the deepest part of all
Lies in wait the greatest fall

Heart be true, or heart be naught
Will find the true where it sought
Silver linings here and there
Nothing left in this thick air