I remember the room where I stayed in the past.

And I thought I was living in a home built to last.

Like a pyramid crafted stone upon stone.

I was told it held treasures that few would be shown.

It took time to discover my room was a cell,

With a jail-keeper serving food imported from hell.

No, it never filled me up though it tasted so sweet.

And my heart was made bitter by his devilish treat.

I got out of that room but that room got in me.

I made sure the door was locked but I still have the key.

And at times I hear the room rattling round in my head.

I’ll be running from that noise till the day I am dead.

Were you there in that room with me ages ago?

Could it be that we were allies? Or maybe we were foes?

Children playing at war we lost sight of the goal.

Our pretend game went wrong and got out of control.

We were captive together in a desolate room.

Yet we longed for delivery from vanity’s womb.

We were staring at four walls with no hope in sight,

Till we were pulled from darkness out into the light.

Was the Teacher there beside us when we lost our way?

Did He have a lesson plan prepared when we went astray?

Why did He still have hope for us when we played the fool?

And where will we go when we depart this Hallowed School?