the house crumbled
it was a brownstone
but castles and hovels had crumbled before
a house beckoned
but hazy mirages could tempt me no more
life in the ruins...
so many sub-basements never guessed
so many passages east and west
light in the ruins...
the mirror glows
glimpsed in the torchlight
(those turrets and spires, have I seen them before?)
seize the torch
step through the mirror
stand on a summit o'erlooking the shore