The Chalice

Darkness descending
spirits ascending
candles flickering
mother a-calling
devil and underlings
shrouded malice
clouds of menace
hideous whispers
horrible beings
broken stone
flooded tombs
whitened bone
windowless rooms
walls of stone
cold steel doors
ghastly light shone
striking our very core
wondering why we are here
our memory neither here nor there
awareness dawning we were brought here