White Handle from PITH by Tel Anorath

Breathing new life into the circle of death

The Rememberers killed them all.
They took back their homes
inside the wall.
Feigning my plight, I infiltrate the city.
Peasants and servants and me
walk the street.

The white handle! I seek the doorway!
As a means to avoiding the end.

Those who came with me
are fighting for justice.
I will soon be
fighting for life!
The future is moving,
Changing, yet empty.
The present is racing
Against time.

Blazing city in ruins,
I steal through the night.
Hidden objectives protected by darkness,
I take flight.

The white handle! I seek the doorway!
As a means to avoiding the end.
Two black candles burn
for the souls of the damned.
I hear them on the wind.

The white handle opens the door
To the portal between worlds.

Standing in an empty
bay of a ship,
Seated before me, the gods
I once worshiped.
My arrival no surprise to their eyes,
They have known all along
Every move I will make upon
leaving my home.

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