Walls (written a week before Halloween)

The blood-red walls always appeared wet
was that a trickle? seeping, as if blood had been let...
or was it those musty silent walls
reeking, Shrieking of what lay behind
something had lain dormant
of the macabre kind
memories, terrified energies
could not lay to rest
of beaten brow and concaved chest
horrors penetrate, corroding every brick,
retching, congealed blood curdling, sick
Stifled echoes, harrowing calls
Evil mocks Tragedy
in blood dripping walls,
tapping, hammering, rapping
skinned scraped knuckles raw
walls closing in, futile efforts claw
Hackles rise, goose Bumps in the night
Unhallowed Death Screams,
Indomitable; so brave was her fight.
Only damp red walls leave clues behind
the Morbid concealed Shrine, out of sight.