May 7, 2007

Pantheon

Our grand pantheon,
At the tongue of that river,
Our carriage awaits.

I have no answers,
Just a golden misspelt key,
A door to unlock.

So come away now,
They draw nigh, the unfaithfuls.
Their veils thrown open.

2 comments:

Amitha Singh said...

Is that a fairytale tone that I sense in this? :)

Karish said...

Ah yep... more surreal... but you know how I love to play with imagery : D