Eidolons Of Abaddon

A tale of ghostly terror.

A brume of spectres shades
The corridors of a mansion,
As a strident clamour bangs 
The walls in echoes of fright.

Tenant'd souls of a surcease
Heard clawing wooden doors 
Of horror and drowning wails, 
That spook the nights of panic.

Hollow footsteps and breaths
Of wights I feel in my chambre, 
As I awake from my sleep then
To sense my blankets ruffling.

Thus, I quicken to investigate,
The madness unfolding before
My own eyes and my sentience,
Causing me to stumble at once.

Soon, I had run from the room
Of my harrowing torment of hell,
But as I had reach'd a staircase, 
The pendulum sway'd sidewise.

The sound of the tic toc of a clock
I heard vibrating against the floor,
And the eerie laughter follow'd me,
With the lorn eidolons of Abaddon.