SANCTUM: AFTER HOURS

Leaves gather, so do we,
 In shadowed corners, none can see. 
Beats whisper, secrets twirl,
 Moonlit dancers, sacred swirls. In night’s deep hush, shadows cling, 
Echoes murmur, strange winds sing.
 Sanctum rises, veiled and stark,
 Where secrets pulse within the dark. As Halloween's last breath f...