i <br />ENTRY: <br /> <br />with your hands in your pockets, <br />you walked into the room and the lights went off. <br />"you've come on your own accord! " <br />a voice roared and the doors locked behind you. <br /> <br />"on your knees! " <br />another voice ordered. <br />you knelt and closed your eyes as Mozart's <br />requiem in D minor embraced the room. <br /> <br />ii <br />ACT: <br /> <br />those rules read to your hearing <br />knocked off the air you once breathed, <br />the tales that taught you magic, <br />the wands you dreamt to usurp, <br />the taste of wines that built your bonds; <br />that night, you drank a new wine served <br />in a skull with sauce. <br />a new bond was born. <br />each vow was sealed with a thumbprint <br />in a basket of torn papers and spilt inks. <br /> <br />iii <br />EXIT: <br /> <br />lights on. <br />you opened your eyes and the requiem <br />resumed; nothing remained the same. <br />in the midst of those who formed that arc, <br />your new self came on a tray of books and pens. <br />you became a slave to every written word. <br />when you left the room, tales hung over your head <br />and followed you everywhere; you must be a writer.<br /><br />Echezonachukwu Nduka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-initiation-4/
