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At Heaven's Gate - Part 3

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 crawled and silence mauled, the night Her fate was sealed,
while towers peered or disappeared within the floating fog.
The skyline cracked and starlight slacked and chimes of children pealed
and in the hills (where midnight chills) there yowled 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 flashed from afar and burst in bolide flame –
beneath the light, the final Rite no longer hid undone.
And kneeling there in silent prayer, we seemed to shed the shame
and could atone if left alone, forevermore as one.
Before we both could breathe an oath, I asked Her for Her name.

With 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.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary

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  1. Date: 12/22/2013 4:36:00 PM
    Have just read parts 1, 2 and now 3 - wow, awesome write, my friend. Have a great Xmas

  1. Date: 12/3/2013 8:01:00 AM
    'Abigail’, meaning father's joy...somehow gives this even more of a sorrowful ending. The plot built up then burst, shooting out brilliant sparks.:) Enjoyed this story, thanks for sharing!! Mikki

  1. Date: 10/31/2013 5:23:00 PM
    excellent use of meter too! Light & Love

  1. Date: 9/24/2013 9:05:00 AM
    This is awesome. I very much enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

  1. Date: 9/4/2013 10:24:00 AM
    You definately have a way with words and poetry. Loved the developing story and how you wove it.

  1. Date: 9/1/2013 7:06:00 PM
    An exquisite piece of poetic art ( all 3 parts)written with talent beyond the scope of anything I've seen in quite some time... wow :)

  1. Date: 8/8/2013 6:10:00 AM
    'This work has exquisite imagery and you have penned it down so your poem,wish i could keep reading forever...well done...this is amazing'

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 9:51:00 AM
    hey i thought that i had read this,, in fact i know i have,, yet no comment, sorry about that,,, amazing story Terry

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 5:49:00 PM
    Such a cool ending Terry,,, from the first and second half ;} Thanks for liking my Great Swan ;} this is going to fav's ;}

  1. Date: 7/28/2013 12:01:00 AM
    After reading this poem, I am wondering how much you might possibly resort to a thesaurus and such....or if many of your word choices are part of your 'everyday' poetic lexicon.

  1. Date: 7/27/2013 11:58:00 PM
    I don't want to seem like a broken record by always mentioning your skill with cadence and rhyme, so I'll switch tracks a bit. Since first reading your Pan series last year, this poem here exhibits how your story-telling ability is becoming even stronger. You've always had the imagery, the ability to maintain your thread, but it appears that your intent might be clearer for yourself. Not even sure if "intent" is the proper word? Wotever the case, your story-telling ability shines in this poem.

  1. Date: 7/22/2013 3:42:00 PM
    Terry, not often am I stumped for a comment. In this case I am seriously stumped. Impeccable in every respect: Pure genius, my friend. Fave, of course. Licia :-)

  1. Date: 7/11/2013 11:43:00 AM
    Gave me chills... Ha-ha. Loved it!

  1. Date: 7/10/2013 8:16:00 PM
    Amazing! xxx

  1. Date: 6/23/2013 10:03:00 AM
    Terry, this is a pleasure to read. It is amazing to me that you are able to construct such detail and imaging. Nice job!

  1. Date: 6/23/2013 10:03:00 AM
    And so, an addiction ruins another life.

  1. Date: 6/20/2013 4:13:00 PM
    Interesting work..It has great flow and rhythm to it..Sara

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 1:01:00 AM
    Another terrific journey Terry xx

  1. Date: 6/5/2013 6:55:00 AM
    Terry, you have penned an epic work here that could well stand proudly with the work of masters. Great Writing. Thanks for sharing this with us... Regards..... Jake

  1. Date: 6/4/2013 12:16:00 PM
    This brings a tear to my heart, I was hoping for a happy ending, but then again it wouldn't linger on my mind quiet as deep, you've outdone yourself, with a splendid verse xxx