The door.

In timeless breaths

it bites, gnaws at my soul.

Hammering at the door.

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“Where is your master!”

Bellowing whilst he crawls

None withstanding, crashing upon the door.

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“The master is I, and I master none!”

Shouting, raving to a score

Silent reply and silence heard only by the door.

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Yet, Still I lay a-waiting

Forever abound by this droll

Crashing and rasping upon the door.

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High score.

A dream furfilled, messages instilled.

The children raised, windows glazed

Who got the high score?

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A book written, a wife most smitten

The world travelled, its mysteries unravelled

Who got the high score?

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Found enlightenment, lived without alignment

put in another coin, “player two can join”

Who got the high score?

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