Justin Gildow

Veteran Poet - 1,653 Points (3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

The Art Tower - Poem by Justin Gildow

We walk straight through the door
Right into the Art Tower
Pulsing within its eerie power
Where the ghosts haunt the halls
Where the spiritually departed whisper through the walls

The paintings hang on the walls very high
We walk through the rooms
To see the unique and mysterious
The strange and the supernatural
The beautiful and the wonderful

We journey down the walkway to the Great Hall
Swords, knives, and spears align the walls
Sculptures on the pedestals
Scriptures hung below the paintings with care
And above us, chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling
From chains, back and forth swaying

As we lay by the door
You tell me I'm the one you adore
And I whisper I love you in return
The candelabras brightly burn
And just like that the flames are blown out gently
Away from you and me
As we enter a peaceful slumber
Us away from the harm
With you in my arms
In the Art Tower

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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