The poem “Without the Faces” was loosely inspired by the Doors’ lyrical line “He Took a Face from the Ancient Gallery”.
The faces in the ancient gallery each with intents few conceive become the nature of the ones that travel far beyond the veil those safe realms of the mundane are left behind by the brave with mere protection of a masque this thin shield against the damned in the realms between the stars where only madness may be found look to the helmet closely worn to secure the deceptive calm traditions once long lost hold the secrets now disclosed don’t taunt the wisdom from beyond without the faces from the halls.
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