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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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The Gatekeeper
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 |