Walking down a long corridor
a beam of light beckons
from a distant window
up ahead, a figure
gently motions me to move
further along the passage
a large oak door appears
etched in the stone on the wall
beside the door odd-looking
symbols from unknown alphabets
I try to push the golden latch
on the handle but it doesn't
open a golden key
in the hand shines brightly
in the dark I step out
from inside the window opens
to the sea an enormous yacht
slowly moving towards
a mansion kings occupied
with rare riches and power:
I'm promised a new sun