Great Hall
I walk into large hall
Boundless dread enters my soul
Only eerie silence I hear
The darkness and flame inspire fear
The stairs lead upwards towards the dark
But light of torches slightly penetrates the dark
It is too dark the top of the stairs to see
But who is up there is obvious to me
Who is there beyond nature science and religion is
The great overseer of the abyss
Sitting on a chair of platinum he is although his face I cannot see
And he is the only one who would dare judge me
But is the face in the dark true
Of that I unfortunately have no real clue
Is really he the master of all?
Or a demon trying to control my soul
I know he has a chalice and the sword
But so far he has not spoken a word
Will he let me drink from chalice of life?
Or use sword on me to cause death or strife
But in this accord
I look at my own sword
Should I fight or take him at his word
Is he the lord?
He uses neither chalice nor the sword
Instead he wishes me to spread his word
If his word is right to me
I will yield to his majesty
But now I have wings I’m free
And I will do what is right for me
I have as good chance as anyone I see
For the next person sitting on platinum chair to be me
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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