No Combination Code for the Vault
All roads can lead you there but no road back.
You call the stillness beauty and full peace
But at a distance it seems threat as black
As deathless fate. Seek nothing of caprice
Where these paths go. This destination serves
One law. It is the law of no returns,
Not even for Houdini. This law swerves
For no-one. Pity and appeals it spurns
No matter how distraught and beautiful
The widow. Sackcloth, ashes, mourning, black
Veils, clothing, prayers, however dutiful,
Are doomed. The gates’ locks there are never slack.
..Sing requiems and lullabies. Cry pleas.
….Your priests can proffer only hope, not keys.