Monumental gates stood open before them.
They walked into their inheritence
as they had always strolled together,
sleepily admiring each new beauty
their world would lay before them.

Engulfed in gorgeous perfumes
they were met on all sides 
with voluptuous sights of art and nature,
every moment danced
to inexhaustably inventive music...

One by one they are wakened 
by unnerving dreams.
They hear shrieks and sirens before dawn
and one by one they have to face
a day that strips them of illusion.

They have passed through monumental gates-
in ruins, crumbling.
It will take all their strength to move forward
carrying the world on their shoulders.
Such the inheritence, the burden and glory.