There was a hinderence at the door,
as it broke slowly away from itself,
and dissovled in to nothing,
like ash swept off the floor,
Constant echo,
of dead once was and still is,
but never died,
faded to hollow,
Holiness and bloodied lace,
curtained this tainted room,
rope in the centre hung,
side swinging to side,
It was the gossen,
sent gods unaware from,
alike but yearning,
with the groaning sound
fin she says
- dan -