This place be a'shining,
Within this Summer Glade
Untouched by human hands,
Unknown by human minds.

From the glade comes a glint,
A glint, of love and of light
It dissipates all evil
Resonates with all good

But the glade must remain secret
Secret, to but, the Beasts of the Glade
For if not, this glint will be mudered
By the eyes and hands of man.

So the Glade will shine
Till our days grow old, or stop.
Yet within it, no humans reside
Within, live the Beasts of the Glade

They live, breath and talk
Just as we all do.
They laugh, dance and sing
Yet, they are not as us

They are the Beasts of the Glade
Those who live, not like us
Yet, they are those who live
Live, and make the Glade shine.

I am the Architect,
Of many stories yet unwritten.

I put the words upon the pages,
Each new line,
A star in the sky,
Each page a constellation.

So they beckon to me,
To create a shelf,
Filled with tomes,
Of stories yet unread.

Showing me how to write,
As my pen moves aimlessly.
Showing me how to live,
As I exist purposelessly.

Slowly, the window opens,
With every word I write.
Showing me a sky,
A sky of endless possibility.

So I am the Architect,
To bring these stories to you.

So it comes to me
Shrinking me,
Bringing me down
Diluting my thoughts
Dimming my mind

It lurks beneath the boards
Knows where I am, knows how I live
Comes to maim, stays to ****
So it lurks
So it kills

It comes, sees my pain
Knows where to strike to scar
It lives in all places, possesses all people
So it comes
So it haunts

Never it leaves, forever within
Reigns in isolation
Controls when alone
Here it comes
Here it stays