Delerium possesses as the shrouds come off,
Revealing all to the mirrors.
Stygian reality writhes through the alley
And smirks at the terror of the memories
Repressed by their circumscript animation.
Life begins to wither and fade from these mortal souls
And cadaverous shells begin to litter the filth.
Joined in death they lay twisted -
An eternal memory to the survivors
Of changes needed, gone unheeded;
Life destroyed by absence of it.
Escaping the confines of the mirrors,
Stringless puppets, shadows of the dead,
Sweep the nightmare into the underworld
So none can testify the actuality of the event.
One frame at a time, animation reappears,
With no evidence left to betray the ghouls' existence;
None except the bloody moon.