Those thought dead and gone.
I see dancing and singing song.
Our walls are merely acting.
For I can see them breathing.
The solid ground is weakening
Below my feet I feel a grumbling.
An army forming to conquer
There monsters hiding in the litter.
Colors of the the rainbow splitting their congregation
Melting slowly in to a new amalgamation.
These secrets that hind among us
Revealed to me, by this wretched fungus