What Lies in the Valley Door

I’m sick of this country

                        We’re sick of you

I don’t belong here

                        We don’t want you here

Where will I go

                        Someplace far, far away

Perhaps a valley that lies between two monstrous peaks

What will I do in this valley?

There are millions of bewildered souls residing here

Living in their final frontier

From a peak on either side

Dreams of the people would collide

One lightless January moon

All I could hear was a yearning wolf’s croon

The souls were being driven to the mighty Devil’s peak

They were just grey silhouettes floating and they couldn’t speak

Somewhere in the valley floor

Lied a luring but hidden door

Only the strongest souls will be able to find it

The weak will be purged from the valley and cast into the Devil’s pit

Several days past as I waited outside the secret door

Waiting for a few souls to find this discrete area of the valley floor

A several hundred years more flew by and no souls ever came

My ravaged heart was lit by a lonely flame

Waiting another second outside this door wasn’t even a choice

My shaky hand turned the knob and I was guided by a mystifying voice

Being the only worthy soul, I deemed myself the door master

One day, I peered through the key hole and saw a traumatic disaster

The estranged souls were being swallowed by a chaotic panic

The sight was so painfully tragic

I sent signs and directions to the hidden door for the fading souls

They kept slipping into deeper and deeper holes

They will never find this godforsaken door; suddenly I hear a powerful knock

The hampering sound places me in a weary state of shock

I anxiously open the door; only to find the Devil standing on the lonely porch

Satan offered me a very attractive deal to join the growing torch

He offered green things, gold things, and luxurious diamond rings

The only thing I wanted was the kindred spirits of worthy human beings

The light from the burning souls shined through the Devil’s eye

Maybe saving them was worth one more try

I cut off the Devil’s outstretched hand and drowned spirits flow out upon waves of happiness

I decide to take just two of the disemboweled spirits and cast them into another mystical valley

A lush valley full of temptation and great things in store

Just how long will I have to wait for a knock on this overtly hidden door?