A Host cannot hold seekers from this place
And wanters enter searching for things lost
I only wish for knowledge's warm embrace
But some want selfish gains despite
the cost
As sunlight sips at corners deep within
And simple words can solve or save a life
Philosophy is neither love nor sin
Yet want is only hate, or self, or strife
Carpet red, yet none walk to a stage
Ceilings glass, yet my face is not seen
Some hidden secrets within every page
But those who aren't as hidden aren't
as keen
And should Eris force her way through
these doors
It must be her final trophy of war.