Secrets of the Round Circle Seal

The room fills with sullen noises
and the rats squeak down the corridor
My thoughts empty upon the pages
and suddenly there is a rap tapping at my door

A glistening moon beam
Reflects from each candle
And there flickering wicks
As the whistling howls make their calls
Through the moans of
Bellowing hollows

A flickering candle each shadow it shapes
As it sits upon a window sill
Giving chance to soft frozen fluttering
Of each snowflake
To abandon frost and bitter cold
For a warm welcoming
Of a subtle and gentle place

Each to join and settle
One upon the other
Forming a seal
Of an iridescent glory
A palace of crystal grace

While my right thumb
Has splinter
With a wood
That festers with chase
I give page my feathered quill
To keep in silence
A solemn promise
The secrets of the round circle seal