Immortal [Pt. 1]

I want to be In a dark, dreary place. Where evil lurks And everything's misplaced. I want it look Like it's old and decrepit With cobwebs and dust So awful you smell it. I want it to seem Like an awful home. Like where vampires and werewolves Would love to go. I want it to feel Repulsive and terrifying So that no living mortal Could imagine surviving. I want there to be A giant stone table Covered in markings And decaying symbols. I want the light to be yellow From old burning candles Being held from the ceiling By chains and handles. I want the dust on the floor To contain ashes of the past From those who tried to fight And made it their last. I want stains on the rugs, Chairs, and tapestries As a bloody reminder Of all the catastrophes. I want it to be silent, No sound ever heard. Until they're awakened They can't be disturbed. I want them to rise And conquer all mortals Myself included So I can be immortal.