The Gate
I stand in front of the gate,
Where the twelve pieces remain,
Now it's open so I wait for fate,
But I close it shut to seal the pain.
This gate shouldn't be open,
For what's behind it,
The skeleton of me walks,
Then it depends if I show you,
But this talks about love.
I'm powerless to close this gate.
It's complicated to what remains so,
I walk to The Pillar cross from it,
The Pillar of Darkness I face,
Hit the last line with this,
Alex your there so take my last piece to seal this once again.
Written: 5/12/15
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