We road the seventh lift up to the seventh flour
this building had many more flours
I felt the wait in my head
the lift made noise
feeling like wait less now
for seven minutes we rode
and feeling my mind come back and my gut
one of seven doors I must now choose
and in a strange way the doors did not part
but lifted up
revealing this man like nothing I have dreamed in the last seven years
his seven white beards did become
one of seven elf’s
the elf’s did sit me down
and having seven conversation
I think they all did say
maybe seven times in my head
do you have the seven seals?