The Place.

Hence is the place where murmurs are gathered,

Where shadows assemble and lies remain,

Untold secrets are shrouded in blather;

A majestic order of death and disdain.

Hence is the place where moments are lasting,

Where thoughts are collected and memory is sure,

Forgotten is nothing for life is remembered;

A household of burden and shame as a cure.

Hence is the place where daylight is precious,

Where hopeful assertions are punished by night,

Lost in the dusk but never forgetting;

The thought of eternity secluded from light.

Hence is the place where silence is screaming,

Where ears are bleeding from straining to hear,

Madness is common but never expected;

A realization unknown to such fear.