The Doorkeeper's Song

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By request of a friend (who may be dropping by for a visit), here's a relatively recent piece:

The Doorkeeper's Song
by Everett A Warren
August 28, 2004

Through the door
in the wooded glen
came a noise
that would wake the dead
and the Doorkeeper said:

Pardon me, Sir;
Have a drink...
Would you like to come inside?


And I looked around
but obviously had no time to hide
for his eyes met mine
and my heart beat in trine,
too late to bring eyes to ground
and the music sounded so divine.

Through the door
in the wooded glen
I approached with poise
but I walked with a hunger that needed fed
and the Doorkeeper said:

Pardon me, Sir;
No time to think...
Why don't you come inside?

And I looked within
as he held the door open wide
and he spoke a secret sign
and my heart beat in time
as the next dance did begin
and I found myself at the Feast of Nine.

Could this be
everything I've ever wanted?
Could this be
a dream come true?
A vision in a flowering gown
approaches;
A vision I had espied;
Could it be
that I've found at last my true bride?

Through the door
in the wooded glen
came a scream without a voice
and from underneath came a liquid red
and the Doorkeeper said:

Pardon me, Sir;
But the thorns do drink...
Too late, I fear, I did confide...

And he did a little jig
as he folded up the door behind which I died
and he tucked it in a waistcoat pocket fine;
the door was of most peculiar design
with spells cast upon wood of fig
known only to those of his most peculiar line.

And now you see
why they say this glen is haunted;
And now you see
why I can't leave to follow you.
I'm a vision upon whom this hawthorn crown
encroaches;
I have long since shed my blood as I cried;
For you see
my Love was the Doorkeeper's bride.

Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren