Phantom Temple Poem by Mark Fraleigh

The box has been opened
Images of past lives haunt the realm and air
Many have gazed upon this temple's shadows
But few have realized its vision
Through the trees and the mist in the valley of lost dimensions
Beyond the pools of dead philosophers and cynics
Where thoughts dissect, intertwine and reconnect
The shifting corridors revealed themselves to me
In the chamber of the palace of forgotten evils
The ancient light hides beneath
Waiting to be unleashed