A Song from the House of Misers

There is a sound from the House
The House of Misers alike

Bitter and gray it rings about
Twirling around the heads on pikes

Its notes scratch upon the door
The House creaking and swaying along

Disharmonious screams to hum upon
Finding where the fallen belong

Wooden shambles hang a loft
All dirt and shadow to create

Musical melodies to join with voices
Throats rasped with dusty hate

Shaded clouds overhang
A curtain above the center stage

Let the orchestra play as well
Its boneless fingered members age

Piano, oh where art the pain?
Broken keys add such a taste

All in House of Misers sing
A river of bloody haste

Puddles of black to be seen
Dripping through the rotten floor

Let the Song turn to make it seem
Blacker, blacker all the more...