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I am the face in the window, the noise behind the doorThe creaking of the gate, the shadow on the floorI am the whisper in the dark, unnervingly close, and clearI come bearing gifts of Wonder, Lust...view moreI am the face in the window, the noise behind the doorThe creaking of the gate, the shadow on the floorI am the whisper in the dark, unnervingly close, and clearI come bearing gifts of Wonder, Lust and FearScratched from the dirt on the side of the CrossroadsDeciphered from tablets etched in Knossos CodeSifted from the ash of ancient VolcanoesPlucked from the winds of violent TornadoesDredged up from the muddy waters of AbyssCarried delicately down from the mountains of BlissI bring forward Myths long forgotten, and Tales never toldCenturies spent buried in dust or frozen over in coldNow dragged into the light and stretched out for displayThe Horrors and Splendors of Time’s bygone daysview less