I am the face in the window, the noise behind the door The creaking of the gate, the shadow on the floor I am the whisper in the dark, unnervingly close and clear I come here bearing gifts of Wonder, Lust and Fear Scratched from the dirt on the side of the Crossroads Deciphered from tablets etched in Knossos Code Sifted from the ash of ancient Volcanoes Plucked from the winds of violent Tornadoes Dredged up from the muddy waters of Abyss Carried delicately down from the mountains of Bliss I bring forward Myths long forgotten and Tales never told Centuries spent buried in dust or frozen over in cold Now dragged into the light and stretched out for display My Horrors, My Beauties of Time’s bygone days

• Newton