The Gate of Fate

Woven broad cloth loose threads of care helping lost and hopeless hearts to share a given dream of dawns powerful light that wisdom needed to speak what is right before the end of time marches to war with chaos peaks of envy to enter a door which righteous want more and more and more. Heavy drops of rain descend from clouds so wet refreshing pools of dust hidden behind the crest flowing even around the church and state following the crowds one by one at the gate where voices murmur and cry with tear fulled eyes a joy for humanity who enter here with certain pride.