I stand at the gates of the forbidden city.
The doors are open, but i stand still.
A foot at the threshold is all i manage
Before i notice the ghost of the guard.
Yet his face smiles, his arms are open,
His spear down at his feet lies.
Shall i step further in to the walls
Knowing the guard is sound asleep
Oblivious his city is falling from him?
Or shall i cry for him to come
And fight for his city before it crumbles
Beneath my relentless assault?
Maybe i should turn around,
Leave untouched such amazing place
And the treasure that within lies?
Inside the crumbling walls
Of the forbidden city.
