Through the Open Door

(continued)

Mindscape Four:

Escape to Piety

Rushing Alpine air

Clouds mass at its feet

Bathed in solar flares

Snow capped jagged peaks

Bells in the monastery ring the communion high

Priests chanting grace in Gregorian round

Voices escaping the walls of seclusion

Their echoes rebound off the face of the mountain side

"Keepers of ancient lore"

"Buried the key of yore"

"Locking the corridor"

"Looming behind of the door within a door,"

"Within a door, within a door, within a door. . ."

Tombs of inquisitors

Whitened exteriors

Perjured conspirators

Rotting interiors

Knights of the Holy War

Drunk with the blood and gore

Praying, you prey the more

Who now is conqueror?

Many who said, "Lord, Lord"

Never knew neither nor

Bishop and beast will roar

When kings betray the whore

Scaling the heights of the summit

Projecting above every climb in the boundless expanse

Standing erect up atop of the zenith

The pinnacle shakes at the force of an avalanche

The apex beginning to crumble beneath me

Sends ice shooting shards through the splintering cracks

Compressed time is taking a quantum leap forward

Eroding through rock like a flame melting wax

As clouds move beneath me at speeds fast increasing

The day the night seem a flickering lamp

This is the weakness

My feet have no wings

Let the open door swallow me live

In the deepness yet