The Shadowbox

In a box full of Shadows... Dwell objects of Cryptic Imagery... Through ancient Frosted glass... Fractured like spider webs. Creep items of the unknown or the forgotten. From rusted gears of broken clocks and crazy cracked crystal rocks. To skulls of black cats, And wings of Vampire bats, Lay objects of mystery, A severed claw of a dove, A cards proclamation of someones undying love and haunted misery. Gears, strings, and wound springs... Some very strange things fight the decay. Worms crawl, flesh pluses, blood seeps, Onto faded families secret photographs. Unnameable insects beat their wings endlessly… While stuck with pins in a frame from childhood experiments. Next to some exotic erotic toxic Rune manuscripts. Old odd bones roam Forbidden machines hum Spiders play, pray on sliver humanity All these things lay quiet and forgotten in… A BOX full of deep SHADOWs And haunted histories Things, beings, and deities sit in a forgotten corners deserted, forlorn, unknown In a House that no one knows Secrets dwell within... the sealed, SHADOWBOX!