Divided by lock and key bolt and lock hold solid in stolid monotony strong oak lacquer knights are guardians standing vigil in front of dark rooms with darker secrets Glare in glass panes and through the shattered splatter- splintering shards dance over musty old ground-mold dusty without sound because whom is here to hear the whispers flowing out from within But resist the steel boot brutes kicking and screaming to steal in killing hostages on your floor treasure chests and gold chalice -might be within no crusaders disturb what you strive to preserve peace and prosperity deemed unimportant with outstanding austerity don't give up your mystery because then what are you but history adrift