Across the bridge to another universe
A distant white tower looms.
A guard stands so very terse
To get past him there was no rooms.
Won't you let me pass?
May I not journey free?
By the tower is a lass
And to her I must see.
The guard is not moving
And I stand frustrated.
The spectral horizon behooving
Against my heart is grated.
There is nothing left but to challenge him.
I lift my sword to strike a blow
And he moves to the bridge's rim
Where nothing is left to stow.
I lunge and miss
He steps and trips
And with a hiss
He sinks and slips.
The bridge is open to me.
I can see her, gown waving near the trees.
The spectral horizon lies before me.
Across the bridge I move with the breeze.
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