Uncertainty stands in the doorway. Then a hand appears and shuts the door. We stand not knowing what to say to each other. This morning a storm came and wiped our smiles. Then came the rain and we cupped our hands and tastes tears. We saw a slab of stone and there was love rubbing its greedy thighs. There confusion which wore an old cloak of noise and we dreamt fear. When we rise we taste copper in our mouths. There was no sun today, just a mist of despair hung on us. The river came with noon. The ancient guard looked back and then we never saw him again. There were ghosts that kissed you. They wanted you to reply. Their message perhaps meant nothing, nothing of consequence. But now the towers is locked and you have the keys. The spells don't work and their is no music. Everyone wished to die or be forgotten. Faith stoops, honesty is on crutch and promise just a hunchback. The wizard's got swollen fingers and his words is a yawning chasm of disbelief.