Halls Of Secrecy Poem by Th3 Craft3r

The written things are unseen,
in the eyes of unworthy beings.
The songs forever echoed soundlessly
in the forbidden Halls of Secrecy.

Stories are shrouded in the mist,
and love's like a poisoned kiss.
Untold remain the memories
and uncovered still the mysteries.

Unrealized pocketful of dreams
and unopened box of screams.
A place of dancing moonbeams
where deceitful sirens sing.

The voices uttered left unheard,
and the questions asked, unanswered.
I forever dwell in the darkness of thee,
my beloved Halls of Secrecy.