Theres a veil
When lifted
Breathes shadow
Upon the night
Places
Locked away
Invisible
To sight.
A hidden realm
Where voices beckon
Fingers call
In movement slight
To follow
Whispered words
Foreboding
In flight.
The giant tower
In desolation
Clocks hands frozen
Darkened sky
Wisping shapes
In the alcoves
Of the inner
Inner eye.