Through a door that isn’t really a door,

A keyhole into another world, a world of light

But should we fear the light? The unknown beyond the wall?

All that glitters is not gold and darkness is often hidden in light

A charming smile hides a blackened heart, the Morning Star became a demon

Is it safer on our side of the wall? Is it safer in our world?

Even the known holds terrors, nightmares in our own minds

So which is the lesser evil, the known or the unknown?

Is it truly better the devil you know than the devil you don’t?