The Key Still Not Found

Ghastly phantoms stalk the hallways Grey as the moist dungeon walls The screams of past torture echo And the rusted iron chains swing The essence of pain forever stain This ancient ruin One can still feel the spark of black magic in the air From a long dead being which cursed each corner And carved in each wall It haunts my dreams and knows my name Now a relic of time The 3 torches burning for centuries The tombstones decayed And the key still not found