Just one viewpoint on the plight of many.

Somewhere along the mystical sea

There is a wormwood door

Well guarded on all sides

By parables, I'm sure.

Many paths lead to the door

But not one path leading out.

And to be safe the keys were stored

In this place, "The Valley of Doubt".


Like a gun, half cocked and loaded,

Came the Huntsman 'cross the glen

He sought the door for the sake of self.

His quest? --- To enter in.

And when he learned of the Valley of Doubt

He rode all night over hallowed ground.

He found the keys within some books,

But the door --- he never found.



JE Falcon


Submitted: March 08, 2018

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