6/27/2025 for Gate Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
A guilty man's bride was sadly taken. Heaven's gate was closed - no prayer could save. Grief-stricken, this poor man, godforsaken, saw a grim vision of his future grave. A sad, ghostly figure did awaken, groaning, "your soul will always be the slave of memories when your heart was shaken". Fate's words would on his heart and tomb, engrave. This gossamer ghost sank beneath a stone, damned to a dark eternity alone.
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