It looms, as I stand in the shadows’ length,
Amazed before a cyclopean Door.
Immense it rises there, in sullen strength.
Strength that many a tempest bore.
On the threshold, with sudden pause,
I hear a ghostly echo of titanic claws.
My soul, whose fears I cannot quell
Bids me kneel down and murmur low
Incantations of warding, as I know
Therein ancient, dark secrets dwell.
~ Fr.Wm.von Junzt ~