6th and Driskill

I walk through a house of phantoms
Apparitions calling from a past wilderness
Chants echo through the halls
Bouncing off of copper lined ceilings with exquisite clover detail

I find my place in the shadows
Beneath a green glass dome
Light strains to penetrate
Clawing for my skin but the shadows hold their ground

Dark spirits run through me
Conjuring demons of the past
Expelling the evils that once pursued my life
New eyes open for the first time

Unknown paths become clear
Harsh paths prove wonderful
I will walk back into the light
No house of phantoms can hold me