Amongst the trees, upon a hill, there it stands - the house of glass. Just a touch from your sculptured hands can rupture the stained glass.

Lanterns bring light to what happens inside; you can't hide. The Bible from God's eyes, it's the sinners' realm. She's just along for the ride.

"Where's the wolf that smelled the blood of the night? Did the moon outwit the fox with lies?"

Pensive eyes, please open wide; reveal every emotion you try to hide....