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And when I looked out
I saw that we were heading fast upon a series of iron gates
set in stone
wickedly arched and crowned with tall spikes
But what on earth knew completely was beyond the gates
A set of doors
Have been wooden pointed arched towering higher then any entrance
any building
I have ever seen
Crossed with iron bars
and feathered with heavy bolts
The doors were set in a great wall
that appeared to be protecting whatever waited inside
So paralyzed by the sight in before me
I did not notice that we had driven past the first of the three spiked gates
guarding access to the door until I heard it crashing to a close behind us
(Where am I?)
The short drive onward and we were at the second gate
I turned to look behind me and saw the gates closing
one after another
by power of unseen hands
or simply three years of habit of were accustomed were to be close when opened
Were these gates erected for protection of this great establishment
for the security of these honorable administers of magical medicine
Were these prison bars meant to keep intruders out,
or to keep it's inhabitants
in?
With each turn of the wheel that brought me closer to the last gate
I tried harder to drown out the answer to my question with whatever music that I could conjure into my head
Approaching the third
I began to lose my grasp on reality
I imagined we were going in circles
Driving through the same gate
over and over again
Endlessly circling
As though there were a certain number of rotation that must be completed before access to this unknown world was granted to us
I thought of the lock the cabinet in my muse masters studies
the one with four lettered plates that had to be rotated in an imbedded amount
and a-lined in a perfect
secret order before it would open
I had once, unlocked it
I felt dizzy
and much too warm
the wind screamed around the carriage
the wheels rattled
And though the gate was close ahead
we seemed to be eternally racing towards it
Making no progress
A bird
something like a raven
but a great deal larger
Soared overhead
and admitting a great metallic into the blackening sky circled around the ever approaching gate
As it did so I caught sight of the sharp spikes breathing in the pumbling rain
Still galloping at full speed
I heard the muffled squeals of what sounded like a swarm of insects
Looking out I swore saw,
though I did not believe my eyes at the time,
a great pack of rodents
perhaps a hundred
perhaps more
sleek furry bodies skimming the earth leaping over each other
black eyes sparkling
A quivering mass they swarm over the copal stone Like one creature
Squiving,
spilling into water and infecting it with deep black in seconds
How they were able to keep up with the horses mystified me
And when the swarm disbursed
And shot on ahead of us
they darted in and out beneath wheels the carriage
And around the horses hammering hooves
yet were never trampled
I followed them
with my eyes as they melted together again
and slipped beneath the gate to the other sight like a gush of dark water
the tide coming in
It was all so ghastly
so intoxicating
my body convulsed into quivering waves somewhere in-between horror
and wild anticipation
and then
the final gate having closed behind us
We were at the ultimate prefaces at last
Three
Two
One
The doors began to open
There was an awful grinding of metal
A clashing of loosened chains
And with the sky seeming to come down around us
It appeared
I saw that we were heading fast upon a series of iron gates
set in stone
wickedly arched and crowned with tall spikes
But what on earth knew completely was beyond the gates
A set of doors
Have been wooden pointed arched towering higher then any entrance
any building
I have ever seen
Crossed with iron bars
and feathered with heavy bolts
The doors were set in a great wall
that appeared to be protecting whatever waited inside
So paralyzed by the sight in before me
I did not notice that we had driven past the first of the three spiked gates
guarding access to the door until I heard it crashing to a close behind us
(Where am I?)
The short drive onward and we were at the second gate
I turned to look behind me and saw the gates closing
one after another
by power of unseen hands
or simply three years of habit of were accustomed were to be close when opened
Were these gates erected for protection of this great establishment
for the security of these honorable administers of magical medicine
Were these prison bars meant to keep intruders out,
or to keep it's inhabitants
in?
With each turn of the wheel that brought me closer to the last gate
I tried harder to drown out the answer to my question with whatever music that I could conjure into my head
Approaching the third
I began to lose my grasp on reality
I imagined we were going in circles
Driving through the same gate
over and over again
Endlessly circling
As though there were a certain number of rotation that must be completed before access to this unknown world was granted to us
I thought of the lock the cabinet in my muse masters studies
the one with four lettered plates that had to be rotated in an imbedded amount
and a-lined in a perfect
secret order before it would open
I had once, unlocked it
I felt dizzy
and much too warm
the wind screamed around the carriage
the wheels rattled
And though the gate was close ahead
we seemed to be eternally racing towards it
Making no progress
A bird
something like a raven
but a great deal larger
Soared overhead
and admitting a great metallic into the blackening sky circled around the ever approaching gate
As it did so I caught sight of the sharp spikes breathing in the pumbling rain
Still galloping at full speed
I heard the muffled squeals of what sounded like a swarm of insects
Looking out I swore saw,
though I did not believe my eyes at the time,
a great pack of rodents
perhaps a hundred
perhaps more
sleek furry bodies skimming the earth leaping over each other
black eyes sparkling
A quivering mass they swarm over the copal stone Like one creature
Squiving,
spilling into water and infecting it with deep black in seconds
How they were able to keep up with the horses mystified me
And when the swarm disbursed
And shot on ahead of us
they darted in and out beneath wheels the carriage
And around the horses hammering hooves
yet were never trampled
I followed them
with my eyes as they melted together again
and slipped beneath the gate to the other sight like a gush of dark water
the tide coming in
It was all so ghastly
so intoxicating
my body convulsed into quivering waves somewhere in-between horror
and wild anticipation
and then
the final gate having closed behind us
We were at the ultimate prefaces at last
Three
Two
One
The doors began to open
There was an awful grinding of metal
A clashing of loosened chains
And with the sky seeming to come down around us
It appeared
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