The haunting concert hall, where stage lights echo the gothic architecture and the audience has died from sight. The ceiling bleeds with soft red velvet upon the stage of warped woods, where the ill-tuned orchestra moans melody. Three thousand dirty seats stare upon the sulking stage, like gravestones without history of a visitor. The windows behind stand like bullets to the sky -cobwebs to catch the glow of soft moonlight. Standing up, the chorus hits a poignant chord that almost scares me to my seat. With gargoyle faces they watch, I leave. Every step creaks, explodes and blasts off the arches and coves. The exit bleeds with crimson carpet cascading towards the stage. As I near the exit clear are the chords and loud becomes the voice. I rip open the heavy wood door and cannot be hear over the noise. Lights flicker and flash from the windows: unrest within. The chorus and band hold a single note-undying and certain. Outside the moon bleeds with white light and mystery and the sky remains black. To the fog-shrouded concert hall I will finally forever turn my back.