Nine doors in a room

Kind of a poem about the intro to a story I am planning

Nine doors stand tall
endless halls behind each
all enshadowed
which is fading,
why is it?

It is fading
as the light is treading
through the man who
looms over all.
Who is he?

Lord of this realm
and of the other nine,
shadows fading
as so is he,
Why is he?

'Cause his end nears
ending infinity,
and he fades off
when doors unlock,
Who enters?

Crowds crowding doors
led by their winged rulers
gaze at the throne,
all questioning
"Where is he? "