6
My captors recognised themselves and were quenched.
They wanted the world to be like them with no diversity.
The third companion believed in a life that would not end him.
At first he was the only thing I recognised beyond the gate,
where I am tethered and push forth the mighty boundary,
because I am the only one who can open this monstrosity,
this mighty fate of onyx and stone, the spikes of steel shone
as if all pathways were known and set, in barren rigidness.