A feverish, but faded light
Illuminates the webs and dust
Of shameful secrets. Burns away the
Fake tomes of fake ages past. Lights
announce their presence to the coners
Of this darkened room; reveals the nature
Of the shadows spread like sheets across
The hidden floor beneath. The light makes
The shadows dance and shape. Uncovering
The stories of castles and battles, stories
And songs, forgotten underneath. The light
Smiles upon the floor, removing the dust,
Secrets, and hatred of what's been done.
A feverish but faded light
Casts a glow, fighthing
Away nightmares behind the
Curtained room. |
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