These halls reshape the faces floating past.
I wander paths most serpentine and grim,
And in the gloom the shadows hold me fast.

What door admitted without being asked?
I'm lost within a choir of haunted hymns.
These halls reshape the faces floating past.

With eyes attuned to devilry amassed,
I count the throbbing rhythm of my limbs,
And in the gloom the shadows hold me fast.

In wild mold this sculpture has been cast,
Designed by one with esoteric whims.
These halls reshape the faces floating past.

Such tender vittles make a crude repast,
Though I desire to gorge, for I am slim.
And in the gloom the shadows hold me fast.

What ends are mine, now? Leave me not aghast!
I fear the moon and stars begin to dim;
These halls reshape the faces floating past,
And in the gloom the shadows hold me fast.