SPECTRES UNTOLD, by Maxwell I. Gold
A long time ago, when stars were young
There was a place, that in firmaments hung;
So high above where darkness lies
And the light comes to die.
It’s there in dreams, where memories fade,
Unreachable cliffs, next to swampy glades.
A realm aloft inside my mind,
Where one day, the truth I’ll find.
Along a path, I wandered so,
Into this place, where dreams daren’t go.
Alone I walked, under burning skies,
Until upon a glade, did I espy,
An endless field stretched on and on;
Where a tall dark tower, lay off the horizon.
Its shadow hung in the glow of the morning,
Like a ghostly spectre, eternally warning.
To that tower I fearfully walked,
As the shadow behind me crept and stalked.
Past the glade and its youthful presence,
Under the stars a
