Within my cubicle of space.................

I find that there's no master race.
Just one who still my steps have driven,
When all have left and silently given
A sop to cerebus.

We cannot chain that fearsome dog
Who guards the gates of hell and fog,
Will o the wisp within the bog
Of erebus.

Speaking deep into the souls of all
Who only wish to rage and clog
The fear of magi, sage,
So near to us.

Inspired by me