Beyond the great iron doors
Of the towering glass castle,
Look above to the land of thirds,
Where mysteries unfold and unravel.
There, a great white smile awaits,
With devilish teeth, gleaming bright,
Patient, it waits for a response,
Eager, as pain dances in the night.
As wounds begin to slowly heal,
And puzzles seek their destined place,
Tell me, gentle viewers of this tale,
What is there for us to embrace?
Is it the fear that grips our hearts,
Or the courage to stand and fight?
In the land where shadows play,
What truths shall come to light?
Beyond the great iron doors,
In the land of thirds, we find,
A smile that haunts our dreams,
And a riddle that taunts the mind.