The Screaming Tunnel, Canada – Fire Burns
In the tunnel’s hollow depths, where darkness keeps its throne
The whispers crawl through crumbling stone,
a girl’s anguished moan
Her scream once tore the summer air, now brittle, cold, and thin
Trapped in endless silence, bound by shadows stretched within
The tunnel weeps a mournful hymn, a song of fire and pain
Where ghosts converge in restless throngs beneath the endless rain
She dances with the flickering flames that never cease to bite
A twisted silhouette consumed by everlasting night
Her form ignites the blackened walls in spectral,
flickering light
Flames embrace her fragile shape, devouring every right
No ashes fall, no traces left, yet stone recalls her cries
A story etched in charred lament beneath the moon’s bleak eyes
The wind recalls her last descent, secrets folded in its breath
An echoing lament of grief, a curse that won’t know death
Her footsteps haunt the echo chamber, a refrain cold and clear
A spectral mark upon the earth, a terror drawing near
Beneath the moon’s pale watchful gaze,
her visage drifts and weeps
A ghostly figure bound to pain, where darkness tightly keeps
Forever lost within the fire, a soul refused release
Her tragic story burns anew in shadows’ cold caprice
The tunnel’s walls exhale despair,
soaked deep with sorrow’s stain
Each crack and crevice pulses with the memory of her pain
A haunted song of flame and fear that never quite expires
Her screams, a constant ember, buried in funeral pyres
No traveler walks unmarked, no visitor leaves unscarred
Within this cursed, charred refuge where her presence guards
The Screaming Tunnel’s silent flame, a horror etched in time
A ghost forever caught between the living and the crime
Her story lingers, endless, bound within this charred domain
A spectral blaze that flickers on in darkness and in pain
The tunnel weeps, and fire burns–an elegy of loss
Where flame and shadow intertwine, and hope forever’s tossed