Dark Poem ~ Halls of the Temple

The halls of this temple,
they look so bleak.

The people they are taken in,
they are so meek.

The music that resides here,
its rhythm and its rhyme.

It ensnares,
and transforms,
not by sound waves.

An existence of no liberty.
While seeing they are only led.

A flock,
led to a sordid trough.


Living for souls,
only shells,
useless once dead.