Jimmorrison2rz

On The Night of Enitharmon’s Joy, what happens to the Lizard King. In my perception, I see three doors of fate. My lizard brain chooses one door. My eyes search for pity’s salvation in a second, for the third leaves my lizard crushed and cold. My lizard eye looks longingly at the first door. My two other eyes still beg for pity. Few men want the third.

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