I Am Promised a New Sun

Walking down a long corridor a beam of light beckons from a distant window up ahead a figure gently motions me to move further along the passage

a large oak door appears etched in the stone on the wall beside the door odd-looking symbols from unknown alphabets

I try to push the gold latch on the handle but it doesn’t open a golden key in the hand shines brightly

in the dark I step out from inside the window opens to the sea an enormous yacht slowly moving towards

a mansion kings occupied with rare riches and power: I am promised a new sun