Keyhole
Press upon on that spot on truth abound
Where the curtains unveil a black pearl on display
A portal to a world without matters
A violation of the confines
A vacant throne ready for the keyholder to make home
... Some call it empty
Some call it a missing piece
Some don't know what can be had on the other side
But not I
For I call it my greatest treasure
And it's worth the whole universe and beyond if that I can unlock it's fruits upon a whim
But unfortunately the key doesn't turn that quickly my friends
Even as the sun does spiral
And we only know our place in the cosmos once the source tilts it's head in such a way
So the Kingdom within does not open it's gates to the easily damned
The pearl doors unfold after a man has renounced even his own face
And hers...
And embraced that small window to all dreamscapes
For her dolls were only ever a fraction of her perfection, beauty, love and grace
She teased you along because it's all she could
And you became dissatisfied with her strings
Well take look at the set of cross she bares!
Was it for nothing that she aimed to amuse you?
Every tug and pull of a heart carved finger tip to grasp you,
Was it not out of her own bones breached in like kind?
So take the hands that lift you up,
For the Otherside is making you a stairway of the theater's cast
That you may reach behind the spotlight you stand in, and grab hold of her by the curtain, if but to see beneath the shadows she has put on display for this whole life time
For you
Are not ready
To stand behind the stage
But you will be
That's her promise, and yours
When that curtain call moment is at last, ready for it's due
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