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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

The Gatekeeper
2003-07-24 - 11:18 p.m.
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In the forest miles from here

Stands a house neither far nor near

Surrounded by redwoods of wonderous heights

That even the day turns into night.

At the entrance, a forgotten sentry

Alone, he bars everyone from entry

The possessor of souls and tormentor of life

The only true judge of reckless crime.

The Gatekeeper awaits for those who trespass

Upon his sacred grounds

Worshipping his pagan Gods and will

Surely take you down...

Into the depths of the pit

That ruined the shadow of his forgotten love

And made him turn his sad eyes from above....

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave