Gates Shut, Game Closed!

The gate creaked, moaning and groaning to shut, Sealing up, quelling, the bickering blame-game glut. No you can’t sneak around, and jump the fence, With grave looting cries of grief-stricken offense! That won’t work anymore! So don’t strut up on-bail, Clad in your ghostly godforsaken gossamer veil, Claiming it was not your fault, 'cos you told no lie! For snake-eyes have tears that very quickly dry! The gist was far to hollow, for back-sliding disdain, So go! The gate’s locked - you won’t get in again.