STS Series™ .VII // Trapped Ghosts

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.
{Edgar Allan Poe // The Haunted Palace}