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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Part 3: AT HEAVEN’S GATES To set Her free from destiny was far from my design, but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of mind. She told me then, and then again, that providence Divine had cast a curse, and even worse: despised by all mankind, She walked alone, unseen, unknown, Her soul incarnadine. To break this spell of living hell, of loneliness enshrined, and end Her days within the haze, a sole redeeming deed would give reprieve and maybe leave our destinies entwined - Her final quest be put to rest if only I agreed, but no surcease nor perfect peace nor hope if I declined. The shadows, shawled in silence, crawled, the night Her fate was sealed as vespers tolled across the wold beneath the muted fog. The heavens cracked and sorrow slacked as chimes of children pealed while in the hills (where midnight chills) there wailed a daemon dog - with no delay I lead the way, the path to Potter’s Field. Her weathered face was lined with Grace, Her eyes shone emerald green. With me as guide She stepped inside to grieve and mourn Her loss, and thereupon, though pale and wan, the night took on a sheen. With weary eyes as Her disguise, She placed a wooden cross upon a mound (unhallowed ground) and whispered ‘Sibylline...’. A falling star flared in the far and burst, a bolide flame - beneath the light, the Final Rite no longer hid undone. And kneeling there in silent prayer, we seemed to share the shame but could atone if left alone, forevermore as one. Before we both could breathe an oath, I asked Her once Her name. Through lips, pale red, She simply said ‘Some called me Abigail’, and neath a birch where white doves perch, I took Her for my bride, beheld Her smile a little while, but all to no avail... Her cloak and cape, and shrivelled shape lie empty at my side... for now She waits at Heaven’s Gates, not far beyond the Pale.
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