Dark Things

Good things are passed away.
Dark things lie ahead.
Good tales have been told.
Dark things are yet to be said.
The moon is gone,but there's still no sun.
The music has stopped.
But there's still the beating drum.
Here it grows bitter cold
Dark things haunt you until your ancient old.
No man,no might can break down this dark spells door.
Here you wonder in the darkness forever more.
In this darkness you're only sad.
And dark things drive your weak mind mad.
You are stuck there all alone.
Searching for a light to take you home.
Here you only feel pain.
Looking for a light all in vain.