Grand Gates of Sanctum

Sanctum Sanatorium by H. S. Sowards They say the end

is coming To keep the pious awake Brittle tablature defiled

By hysterical prayers they make Tales spun slyly with cunning Heaps of treats

daily reaped Pockets filled fat with foul money Pilfered from the fallen asleep

Shamed eyes cast sideways glances And careful through keyholes peep Watching unsanctioned

romances Struggling, their knives to keep sheathed The bewitched and

beguiled wave politely Slowly drifting away on calm seas Gazing far beyond the horizon

Rehearsing their tributes and pleas Young ladies peer through broken glasses Mad widows transcribe