After the boy had taken a walk
with his dear - deceased - Grandmother,
his feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church,
wich was giving quite an imposing grandeur
Partially sunken in the morass if the marshland
all foggy and chronically overcast-
the ancient house was waiting

The haunted house lies waiting

Clockwise the stone flight is spiralling upwards,
but soon the passage becomes too small to get on-
even though the boy's now crawling
Anxiously he attempts to restrain,
but his way back semms to be obstructed:
Gelatinous hearts are linded-up along the walls,
each of them inseminated - or defiled - by a black tadpole

A stone lion promises to be the boy's rescue-
but only, if he eventuallystops running awayfrom him