John F Keane’s The Open Door (Grunge Version) by GM Jon

Nine years ago, when robbers ruled the land A door appeared from nowhere, open wide; A voice called forth a summons from beyond - And many heard the call, and stepped inside. They found themselves inside this hall of song Where poets flourish words of bold command; Where minstrels sport their art before the throng And masked men cast their shadows on the land. A testament to love and will, The Open Door is open still But on that first and fateful night Who dreamed the door would still be here? Who could have seen the stars were right For years of golden song and cheer? A testament to love and will, The Open Door is open still Amidst this age of strife and stark decay - Its futile wars and miseries untold - The Open Door stands just as bright today, A portal to this realm of aural gold. A testament to love and will, The Open Door is open still