BEHIND THE MURKY WALLS OF THE GATE
WHISPERS CAN BE HEARD

ON THE BARNS COVERING THE GARDEN
DARK MOSSES CAN BE SEEN
THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE SITE
ARE ALWAYS BLACK OR GREY,
AT DAY THE SIGHT IS NIGHT
AND AT NIGHT YOU SEE IT IS A DAY
VULTURES SITTING ON THE GARDEN TREE STARE HUNGRILY AT YOU,
WHEN YOU ENTER THE SITE
YOU NEVER GET ANY CLUE
YOU JUST HEAR WHISPERS BEHIND YOU
YOU WHIRL ABOUT TO SEE WHAT IT IS
A BLACK FIGURE STANDS ON ITS INVISIBLE FEET
YOU STAGGER BACK WITH FEAR IN YOUR HEART
IT COMES TO YOU AND YOU DART.
YOU FALL ON A TRAMPOLINE
YOU GLARE BACK,
THE FIGURE HOLDS YOU
THIS TIME, ITS EYES IT LACKS.
YOU SCREAM SO LOUDLY AND SUDDENLY THINK YOU ARE FREE
YOU OPEN YOUR EYES AND REALIZE THROUGH YOU, OTHERS CAN SEE
HUNDREDS OF BEINGS HAVE GOT MISSING THERE,
THE DARK SECRETS OF THE SITE, YOU NEVER HEAR.