I don't know what to name this

Beyond the quiet meadows of grasses green,

beyond the oceans where strange creatures roam,

behind the forest where the crooked trees lean,

there is a castle made of stone.

Brush the vines away, reveal the door;

Turn the key, step into the dark.

Never notice the runic symbols tattooed in the floor.

now watch! As they begin to glow and spark.

How the light surrounds you, finds you, binds you,

to its ever-tightening embrace.

Vainly you struggle, trying to get loose,

how do you fight something that isn't there?

Your heart falters; your breath stills,

as you feel your eyes start to close.

Slowly, your essence starts to leave your body,

whoever said that the light was good?

For those like us were meant to live

forever in the darkness, safe from the light.