The Key Still Not Found - Drowning the Light

Ghastly phantoms stalk the hallways

Grey as the moist dungeon walls

The screams of past torture echo

and the rusted iron chains swing

The essence of pain forever stain

this ancient ruin

One can still feel the spark of black magic in the air

from a long dead being which cursed each corner

and carved in each wall

It haunts my dreams and knows my name

Now a relic of time

The 3 torches burning for centuries

The tombstones decayed

and the key still not found