Rest
Enter my sanctum.In ancient days there stood a proud collonade, tree-lined, smelling of flowers and garden earth.
Sunlight thawed in morning, baked at noon, and streamed through stained glass toward evening.
A moon reflected the music played by rippling pools at night,
and the Lady of Love danced in shadows.
Enter my sanctum.
The doors shut snugly, deceptive, denying spent remains of living that clatter, cluttering the floors.
A cold wet nothing blows vindictive through flesh and bone, shrouding the windows with cobwebs.
Lights outline dim places and sounds swirl the void,
while the Sirens of Death scream and laugh.
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