Pale Lord

A pale lord
Sits enthroned
Bids I enter
Into his world

Tells me that
There is no hope here
That this is the residence
Of all I fear

He offers citizenship
To this land of gloom
Assuring me there is
No escape from this doom

But I step closer
And his crown slips
And I see that his throne
Is cracked and chipped

He is no king
But a mere pretender
Here to delay me
From going on further

For on the other side
Of his dark domain
Is a paradise
Where the sun shines again



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