Stories Long Gone

The lights are off 
The night is black  
The walls of stars  
Are torn and cracked  
They've lost their song  
They've lost their glory  
And no one is left to hear their story  The canvases’ empty stare  
The tapestries’ broken glare  
Shine off the walls 
Dull stories  
Dead stories 
The souls will crawl  
Along the halls  
Their silent screams are never heard  One by one  
In due succession  
The ghosts of old will start  Possession  
From the houses on the walls.  
They march their way down  the halls.  Burning blood into stone  
They hold their hearts made of bone  Time,time, the clock never stops  
Even for the dead and their stories  The Stars won't rise 
they've killed them all  
They make the sky their new story  
No clouds  
No wind  
No moon  
But soon the demons will fly again  
So scream your head onto the wind  While you still have breath to breathe  And life to give.