As you enter, a flag flies past,
Fluttering and grieving like pain,
A prize compensates you
Like the winged knight.
Going to ghostly horizons
Is of legendary aviation,
Prisons connect to your door.
The dungeon is swift in wrecking
Your life of tears and tantrums,
Solid doors bar your way, behind and
In front, like the soldiery and light.
One dungeon surpasses you,
Another tower is the connecting
Light. It hovers above your voice,
With enough energy to ignite
The beard coming from the throat.
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