There is a door behind which something lives
This door, ancient and sealed shut, remains closed
Since the days of the shadow, when darkness reigned
The lock has never been opened, and the door never unhinged
And no one knows what lies beyond its humble frame
But me.
I am the keeper of the door, protector from what lies within
Guardian of the depths and knower of the abyss.
Generation after generation of my family has kept the door locked
Safe from the world
And the world safe from it.
An evil lives behind the door, wanting to get out
Wanting to breathe, to stretch its wings
To fly
And to kill
All those who live on this earth
Without the mark of light.
It fears the light, it fears good
It hates righteousness
And it hates those who stand for it
That is why whenever my fathers have gone near the door
The roaring, the buzzing, the grinding of their teeth can be heard
They seek to get out, always, they seek to get out.
The door rattles from time to time
The knob twitches back and forth
Steam rises from beneath the door
But this lone door is strong
It stands in their way, locked forever
At least, I wish it were locked forever.
The key to the lock is hidden away
Not even I know where it lies.
Someday this door, I fear, shall be opened
And the evil within
Shall
Come
Out.