Of Gods and those Monsters

Bellows beckon between basement bases

as if cellos play their own pain

Strummed in unison

They are everywhere and seek acceptance

 

Dank resistance pushes back

Unwelcoming masses of light that exposes smiles

Trapped in the memories of forlorn souls

Unable to reach the pedestal

 

A difference of above and below

depends on the number of steps it takes

No matter the direction

Gods and Monsters await to make your acquaintance

 

And should one overstay by masked faces

Bellows beckon between basement bases

A steady noise becomes a tune

One that a soul grows accustomed to