Each holding aloft one leprous quivering hand
The other chained o’er the heart by a molten burning band.
And up from the darkness, deep down beneath,
There came the murmur of voices and the moving of teeth.
Then as if at a sign, or previously bidden,
The two pillars close and the entrance is hidden,
And from corner to corner the vaulting is riven.
The banisters vanish to float thinly away,
The black sheeny steps coil, totter and sway,
All is Darkness around, above and below,