The Gatekeeper
twas the night,
forsaken to see,
another angel,
calls to he.
He who walks,
through desolate skies,
teaching young angels,
how to fly.
Blowing the wind,
beneath their wings,
keeping them aloft,
for everyone to see.
This is the man,
who controls all fate,
the one who lets,
people through his gates.
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