The prisoner of Aradous
Monster gates,
Unfold before me
please!
Spare me this
hurtful shame.
Spread them wide,
Solid doors,
Allow me in.
Horrid,
An appraisal,
If me the same
as these devoid creatures.
Stranded here,
Bethinking not
their own earthen names.
Monster gates,
Ages have passed,
When confined watching you
and fearful this fate.
Unjust, a third exile.
Gone to waste,
Hefty piles
of generous wiles,
They failed me.
Even in hereafters,
I must wait
I must wait.
Disoriented,
Unfit to smile.
I can't even weep.
Can't recall
when retired my eyes.
The truth,
I can't go to sleep.
I remember
when awakened,
Little after dumping me
in some hole.
They murmured away,
That is all.
Rising to face
distant gates,
Tall, very tall,
A garden's wall,
Barren about them,
Dark expanses.
I tread to kid
around sometimes,
Bearding me
abiding sunsets.
Avoiding
anhedonic neighbors,
A good many times.
Demented
ministers and such.
Rabbits, I fancy.
Jailed
in behemoth hutch.
The fake leader,
Blaring at me.
Massed up his face.
He approaches,
Whining the open
empty head.
Unguarded his thinker.
Grey fluid
trickling down
his charred shoulders.
All the time
I see them
benighted mates,
Yawning bearing
dirty gore in the traps.
I loathe his thieves.
Another champion,
A twisted long sneak.
A snake I thought!
Not one
engineering beaver.
Oh I bashed those doors,
Oftentimes,
Doleful eager
to retain
stained recollections.
As I walk
beneath these walls,
Revering dulcet sounds of birds,
When swat me odd feelings.
Piercing an old
cold lifeless heart.
Then I hark roses,
Bulbuls and butterflies,
Envisioned
in verboten kingdoms.
Attending
phantasmal gardens,
I just lay.
Yelling nonsense.
Open this gate!
Open this gate, I say
Or address me,
Take me please,
Somewhere else.
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