Throne

Wake up in a misty land
Take a look around
It's like living in ghostland
Surrounded by remembrance

In this landscape of grey
Silence makes you sway
There is no one else around
Your breath is the only sound

But appears out of the ground
A castle made of fog

Through the gate
Walk down the corridors
With worried gait
Hear the sound of your foostep against the cold stone
See light of dawn in castle hall

There is a throne
As empty as eye of the cyclone
Here on your own
Without a crown
You have to face the unknown

Tapestry on the wall
A tale already told
Through the stained-glass window
A story of light and shadow

Your mind is an adder
Searching for answer
Suddenly you remember
Trauma's memories make you suffer

You are here for a good reason
You have to enthrone the good person
Will you chose the queen of compassion ?
Or will knight of hate and anger claim the crown ?
Perhaps the king of sorrow will climb the throne.
You have to choose on your own