Past.

At stone towers four
hooded watchers at door
and in alcoves threescore
let us be.

behind glass walls we wait
on our deeds meditate
until some luck or fate
sets us free.

may you never try to find
what is hidden behind
but if you are still of that mind
look and see.

to know what lies untold
in chambers grown cold
let each riddle unfold
to find each key.