Barbara Steele

She's in the hallway again with the candelabra
And diaphanous nightgown
Looking for something something Snarling eyebrows quivering fear-mouth
It's a tradition to walk this way in the night
In the chateau set apart from the rest of world
The privileged domain
If she finds that ectoplasmic Valhalla
No one will hear the screams
It is the same night as last year
Always the same night the same secret
That she glides towards
Over the heavy carpets
Beside the tapestried walls
Oozing bats
The portraits of the evil ancestors
The eyes that make suns evaporate
The nightmare that dissipates upon awakening
And leaves the shadow of the shadow
Etched upon the opposite shore
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