From the whispered soaked walls
Epic tales of ancient stories lay bare
Like tender tissue of wounded men.
The vibrations echoing along the surface
Utter tongues of Phantoms unaware
I've harkened unto them.

Every flutter of sound grew our anticipation
The atmosphere would shift violently
As we tasted this mysterious odyssey.
I'm in search of this Protagonist,
Although the unknown inspires grandeur,
A ball room dance of fruitful curiosity.

What lives my neighbours lived?
Every slammed door closed realms
Shattered by wars & on the brink of death.
The hero & the villain are inseparable,
Living in...