THE GATEKEEPER

THE GATEKEEPER

This massive, hooded figure was the keeper of the gate

In the darkness of his cowl gleamed two red eyes

I stood terrified before him, trying not to earn his hate

With a trembling hand I offered up my prize.
 

He took it in his scaley hand as if it were diseased

Then perused it in his lantern’s yellow light.

Smiled a sneering, snarling rictus, because he was displeased

Truly this was Satan’s creature of the night.
 

Another shadow fell across this portal to the Kings

My writ was handed to this demon’s spawn

The door was slightly opened so I managed to slip in

I was backstage, to see U2 play till dawn