I stand with key in hand, to astral travels to another land
Behind thy souls battered door, where apon the hell bent will roam
And still I am afraid to pry, even just a crack
My mentor of ages of old, she has showed me and even told
Of the wondrous being that is I, and the insignificance of time
She resides in the flora of ancient Aztec meadows
She is the essence of the sage, liberator of souls trapped within the cage
Keeper of higher conscience and the one that shatters logic
She is all that is unseen and unattainable
As the terror of the minds eye and what it wishes not to see
It is through this that she teaches and leeches stoic thoughts of untruth
Though she is what I fear, she is still within my heart, dear.
It is she behind this door
She is the reason why it must to pried
A contest entry
- Open The Door by nichtmich.
2625 points, ended October 14, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Sometimes change if feared even if you feel it is for the better. Lovely metaphor with fantasy overtones. Thank you for your entry!
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