Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Star Gate Heaven ❯ The Door ( Chapter 2 )

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The Door

Opposites, likenesses, with the promise of safe returns.
Hippocrates, and scholars, while the city of Endsville burns.
They claim to know everything, and see all there is to see,
The "middle of middle" and "end of the end", "to be or not to be".
Through the door of light and dark to find what's meant to be,
Knowing everything, but seeing nothing, is how they wish to see.

Saviors of sweet song, angels with imaginary wings,
An innocent show of affection, and the loss of everything.
Seeing, screaming, flying, dreaming, all the world is still,
Time is passing, little by little, screaming oh so shrill.
Pages turn, passions burn, and one who desires to kill,
Endless words, endless heights, and a girl and an old gristmill.

Happiness, carefreeness, a love that shouldn't be,
Vicious people, endless dreams, and a very ancient tree.
A holiday, a forgotten era, at least that's what I feel.
A quest to destroy a powerful ring, and the question "Is this real?".

The answer is no, as you probably guessed, and why shouldn't it be so?
You hold the adventure in your hands, or so you think you know.
We are the creators of your tales, and I believe you know the score:
We write our passions down in books, beacuse that is what they're for.