Behind sullen doors

Untouched within

Sale from summer storms

And winter winds

Relentless tempests

Can weaken walls

Towers falter when

Reality calls.



Untouchable by all without

Lost in the silken web youth may weave

Tangled threads seem a stronghold

But illusions can deceive

A cold daze plagues the air

Driven by aging winds

The walls give way to the rush

And let reality.