The Gateway
THE GATEWAY
Run Through the mists of a time long ago,
to a castle on top of a hill.
The search you had started is reaching its end,
you're no longer a servant of will.
Open the door through the castle walls,
cast your eyes on the beauty within.
All can be yours if you hold out your hand, she said.
The white lady that stands before you,
sheds clear tears to soften your stare.
But when her flower is held within your arms,
your death will have answered his prayer.
He's testing the knowledge that sustained you,
to resist all that is so easily given.
This temptation unmasked is his last one,
rest your conscience on the pillars of heaven.
Pass the beauty alone through the courtyard,
to a door at the end of the path.
Three bright keys hang alone on the cold stone,
choose one wisely to enlighten your path.
The answer to this journeys quest,
lay deep within these walls.
When the time is right for revealing,
may you find what is rightfully yours.
The gateway to the wisest mind of all,
was held locked without this key.
When at last after a thousand years,
the doors are thrown wide.
There's a mirror, tell me; what do you see?
Copyright Taun A Richards 1984
Absolutely gorgeous. Your voice is so clear and beautifully high—it really stopped me in my tracks.
It reminded me of Iestyn Davies combined with Chris de Burgh (in the best possible way). There’s something so inviting about the piece; it feels like a soundtrack for life.