I STILL DREAM aka Organon

It was cliché
And I knew
To use this
Dank dark dusty
Old abandoned warehouse
As a lair

So I rigged
Hidden speakers about
To add effects
Creaks and groan
Footsteps crying whisper
Some theatrical flair
Misty smoky air
From added pipes
And subtle spots
Casting shadows/light

All leading on
Drawing them in
Inexorably central bound

My labyrinths heart
A vast cavern
Of dark light
Strobe and sound
A cacophonous hall
Industrial and black

As they amass
Around the pit
Awaiting the first
Awaiting the one
One who releases
Inhibitions angst ennui

Witching hour strikes
The DJ begins…