The Gatekeeper’s Fate

The guardian of secrets,
A keeper of the key.
I itch with anticipation,
When the King asks for me.

I know all there is to know,
About the steel chains and lock.
The titanium gate.
I oversee around the clock.

I still hope that one day,
I will see what’s inside!
One night, I hear footsteps,
So I have to decide.

I will take this chance!
So I linger, with intent.
If they find a way in,
I’ll catch a glimpse or a scent.

I pretend to be asleep,
As they cut the chain,
I stand up in awe,
His efforts were in vain.

Beyond the gate was… Nothing.
This must be a ploy.
Not a speck of gold,
Was I assigned the decoy?

Upon confronting the King,
Who had no emotion,
He said I’d failed the test,
There’s no hope of promotion.

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Sunday Writing Prompt found here