They saw demons in the daylight,

They found allies in the dark,

They heard shrieks from the alleys,

Places where their memories were parked,

And when the doors of pity did open,

They'd jump back into their pits,

Put on the blanket of ominous silence,

They'd bury their eyes in the hollows.

Where the loudest sound was a whisper,

Of the wind that teased the yellowing paper,

Such was the place of their hiding,

A cellar without a tinge of hue.