The Knight's eyes widened,
He spoke softly towards the Door, 'Please door open for me and the boy.'
But the Door did not open its mouth to speak to them,
For the Door did not have a handle to be turned,
And if pushed upon it would not barter, not even an inch,
But the Dragon just watched with precarious eyes,
And the Boy did not budge back until the Toy Knight stood before him,
'Haughty child son of Eve,' Said the Toy Knight, 'Live in honor not in deceit.'
But the Boy did not speak, his eyes haughty with lust for red wine of a man,
'Son of Eve is this not where the land should be?' The Toy Knight asked,
The boy turned and looked at the door, and the door did not open for him,
'Door,' the boy spoke saying, 'The matter is dust, and the sky is brown from the Drakonian flame of Eile'is Fafnir, and yet you do not open for two wayward travelers from the land of Babel?'
'Gilgamesh, it is known of your travels, but what you seek is not here nor there, what you seek you seek in vain, for even the Tree of this Life which you seek was washed away and you will not find it...'
'Do not speak thus if at all to me Door, for I know of your ways to the ways of Yore. Your insanity plagues of all men suit and noble. Of blood finer than the purest wool. You enjoy your tricks and revel in your revelries for you are not but a sick twisted thing of desperation.'
