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S.L.B. Window
Walkway bricks are carved with names forgotten under souls.
Burning bushes mask the entrance to a maze of holes
Boards and blades and spikes within are not allowed
Cyclic wall of glass forms a brilliant shroud
Mass of stone with triple fingers pierces solid ground
Horns and screeching voices form chaotic sound
Two towers stretch into the sky and darkness holds the land
A single tree stands tall engulfed in course red sand
Magic happens readily and it is no surprise
Spiral staircase phallic stem four floor sky rise
concrete stains are shadows of that which fell before
the opening to this place hinges on a fragile door
Iron eyes reach inside and push your backbone high
Living things forever keep their shape when here they die
