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God of the doorway, master of night;
For every beginning, an end. A one-way portal that seals tight, Unseen 'til one enters it's bend. In darkness, unreleaved by light, 'Long a level path boldy we hie; Then stairs; headlong we fall - what height? Can an ending be truly this nigh? The end we see; whatever may pend On the other side of your doors lie Hidden: peace or strife, foe or friend, So we pause as we enter, and sigh. |