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Without the Faces
The faces in the ancient gallery
each with intents few conceive
become the nature of the ones
that travel far beyond the veil
those safe realms of the mundane
are left behind by the brave
with mere protection of a masque
this thin shield against the damned
in the realms between the stars
where only madness may be found
look to the helmet closely worn
to secure the deceptive calm
traditions once long lost
hold the secrets now disclosed
don’t taunt the wisdom from beyond
without the faces from the halls.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190813.
each with intents few conceive
become the nature of the ones
that travel far beyond the veil
those safe realms of the mundane
are left behind by the brave
with mere protection of a masque
this thin shield against the damned
in the realms between the stars
where only madness may be found
look to the helmet closely worn
to secure the deceptive calm
traditions once long lost
hold the secrets now disclosed
don’t taunt the wisdom from beyond
without the faces from the halls.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190813.
Published 13th Aug 2019
Author's Note
The poem “Without the Faces” was loosely inspired by the Doors’ lyrical line “He Took a Face from the Ancient Gallery”.
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