The East Wing - Argyle Goolsby

The shadows on the wall know more than they’d ever wish to tell

The silence of the hall is rushing forth in lost and mournful swells

They all converge towards it.

That solitary door

Magnetized by crucified bloodlines and black arts

They are awaiting orders from the powers locked behind the east wing

The repetitious waves are screaming out for you to sympathize

With lost forgotten days as mournful dust begins to mobilize

They all converge towards it.

That solitary door

Magnetized by crucified bloodlines and black arts

They are awaiting orders from the powers locked behind the east wing

Dark shadows lie beyond the east wing

Dark shadows hide behind the east wing