In the hallway down the staircase. Slowly opening the creaking door. Someone comes along and smiles. And for a moment all is quite the norm. Avoiding all the crowd below the sound of conversations spin. And patiently I wait in every corner for someone to come in. Dry'd in dust on darkened floors. A gasp resists with every buried breath. Watching shadows through the cracks. Of light that shape and sway with every step. So carefully and quietly and with an undetected hand. In comes a breeze it sweeps. The room and follows with a distant slam. Donned in bath kerchief the. Chambermaids unlock and let the daylight in. She spoke of trees and creeping things. And nestled foundlings in the starlight crib. With an unsaving clench a bribe. Under the cloak is unconcealed. And all her secrets now belong. Forever to whom she revealed. We build on wretched ruins thinly. Veiled below our skin & bones. Cowards sing each other's rhyme. And add a verse of all your wicked moans. It starts off as a whisper and grows. Into the deepest battle cry. Pressing ears and spying eyes. Await the beast we're nurturing inside. Questions fly and so do I the hole. Fills with our harshest stones unturned. 'Neath the cardhouse all my kings. Are buried and the queen won't say a word. We plant the tales they feed on us 'til. Accusations earn their wings. Sold out for sharpened tongues. And spit into the air these creeping things