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The 2nd Riddle
The house of distant shadows
hidden in the vale
grows deeper in its weeping
ribbed in bones of pale.
The clockwork constellations still
their frozen fingers pinned
threaded deep was the strike
that let the Other in.
The day was night, the moment bare
of breath and living thrust
the sleeper's dream washed distant shore
as their spirit doors were brushed.
One flaw, one crack, was all the need
as the other breached the seal
one step, one theft of every soul
was the sickening of the deal.
For the making of a place
to wear lament codemn
the Other strips away
the breath which holds us in.
To fill a place with silence
devoid of sound and life
to create a place of shadows
where houses weep in fright.
The Other lays its mark,
dead grey its symbol fine,
creating fields of lost
in the corners of the mind.
The harvest fat and sweet
the taste of pain and why
the ending clear complete
the Other's way - comply.
Leave what's hidden in the vale
for it is of the nevermore
the house shadows there lie weeping
for the Other is at the door.
