The Gate Keeper
Shame has closed the way to through the gate
Darkness now has clouded its pristine pavement
Trees: …
Speak not of its existence
Speak not of its doorway
Speak not of its key
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Daring it to try one move
Iron bars shield for its defense
Putrid smell diffuse through its cracks
The wood fails beneath its derelict ness
Ho! Ho! Does it cry
Voices cry from within the get
Hence where do they come from
Cries: …
So morbid
So malcontent
So sardonic
What confusion is this?
So then where is the gatekeeper?
What say ye?
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