This is another of my favorite poems I wrote. I personally think it's a powerful one and as such, needs no title.
The blackness swirls and winds around
The sins of generations abound.
They gather in this darkened place,
And dance with blackened grace.
The wails of dead and long-lost men
Reverberate in this lofty den.
The voices and curses of the wicked call
From the stones in the wall.
People come and people go
And people get lost within the flow
Of time and space and lofty deeds
And quite near nothing impedes.