Sunday, May 30, 2004
In the lowest dungeon of a darkened heart
In the furthest reaches an unknown part.
Lies a solid door of unbreakable steel
Cold to the touch and unbearable to feel.
Impenetrable to all it stands ominous
If ever it falls, the victor be glorious.
For within lies the gift of a once sought life
A relic of a past, a legacy of strife.
Caress it and hold it at all times so tight
With all of your strength and wisdom and human might.
The master it serves, wields the power of powers
Time stand still, no second or minutes or hours.
The master who betrays it, who breaks it and scorns its presence
In time will know of a darkness as its light diminishes and lessens.
Never will it spark for the same hand twice
Before the door will the betrayer be, the door's thickness.. thrice.


-Talon faced death at 5:10 AM

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