Written, June 29, 2025 For The Contest, “Gate Or Gates" Sponsor, Constance La France
Image - Etsy
The ghostly night was filled with gloom As from your grave we walked away. Grief-stricken, there beside your tomb; Through Heaven's gate you've gone. A friend you were until that day You met your godforsaken doom And taken through death's alleyway. From the long stay in your dim room Where pain and groaning came to stay, Gossamer wings you now assume; Through Heaven's gate you've gone.
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