The lava sky burning into my pale white skin. 

The breath of the wind kissing my neck,

stumbling barely breathing,

Held within the abandoned abbey. 

 

Sacred ground grabbed my feet,

grass like witches fingers,

tangled bloodied toes, 

tripping me, holding me, binding me.  

 

Scarlet volcanic madness crushing,

Changing and evolving,

Every step dragging me back.

Red fires of hell grinding my soul.

 

The undulating walls

Ripple like golden metal.

The once glazed Windows, 

the stained glass turned by hell.

 

Bats shroud screeching walls;

No one to listen.  

Chanting cries deafen my throbbing ears,

penetrate deep my soul. 

 

Majestic broken Abbey hides ungodly sinners, 

vampires nestling in the walls.  

Magical beautiful building,

Dracula's place.