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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening, wandering lonely through the forest track, an eerie little house I saw. Its tiled roof and tall chimney, peered through the thick foliage of leaves. Pacing down a dark ravine, I reached before a latched gate. A mysterious spell drew me into it. I paused sometime, wondering if I should enter through that shaky gate. It was rusted with some spikes missing It looked opening to a GHOSTLY world. I've been here awhile, lost in thoughts standing in front of this dilapidated gate, wondering if I should enter it or not. Weighing on the possible consequences of granting my fevered fancy, a free reign, finally, with the curiosity in me overriding my hesitation, I made up my mind to enter. With a creaking sound, the latch gave way, letting me into a forlorn, deserted house. It stood aloof on a small hillock. The air around it bore a strange scent There was a GRAVE like silence hovering. Breaking it, owls were heard hooting aloud. Desolate it was with none to care. Thorny shrubs grew all around, and tall trees shut it out from view. Even the wind, whizzed past GROANING Dark and dreary it stood remote. Peeping through its splintered door, I got a glimpse of the dingy rooms. Sultry was the air trapped inside. Its floor was covered with grimy dust. Shadows moved like snakes curling. GOSSAMER webs were hanging from the ceiling Giant bats flew about my head. I stood so GRIEF-STRICKEN feeling a tremor pass though my body as a wave of terror. I felt trapped inside a GODFORSAKEN place, as the gate once more closed behind, with a loud grate, making me a prisoner. A gate can be a threshold to another realm~ An entrance to a new world of greater opportunities. But here it has spelt my doom and all I can do, is shout and cry, hoping someone hears and comes to let me out into the world of light!
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