By Mel
Take a step forward, and turn right to the dreamer's corridors, its gilded railings and walls layering eavesdropped secrets, secrets hidden, secrets known,
Its a long walk, to the end, a closed in light, spilling from a door that you've not heard of but longed to reach.
A step forward, a glance to the right.
As you walk, the intricate paintings that look regal old and fitting
Now move, twisting turning, changing
A noble knight, to someone you think you know.
Castles to crumbling, suffocating buildings.
Prophecies to fatal doubts, a tale of mettle to one of discovery.
Ravens to sparrows, kings to men, broken crowns, to feeble titles.
A city of old, a city of new.Â
A voice yelling purpose to a cackle of confusion,
And the walls whispered
 who are you? What do you want?
An answer left waiting, an answer unknown.
So while you walked along reaching a door you haven't heard of, it unmade itself.
Somebody to nothing, men to nothing, sparrows to nothing and skies to nothing.