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.
