Deeper in, the walls come alive. Trust me. Just go a little further and you’ll see the lights like veins pulsing in the darkness. Like a digital river flowing through the rock.
As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour
I’ve kept the moon company this night
Watching candle wax collect and overflow
Onto a table wrought from hallucination...
From out of the west come visions of gold
Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed
The long moments become waves of a silent sea
Rolling inexorable to the city wall...