Gates

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We approach

hearts full

of dread


Closer and Closer

we walk


The gates

hung like

blackened souls

quivering in the wind


Closer and closer

we walk


Our eyes

watching shadows

dart

to and fro


Along the

stones so cold

hold whispers

of stories

never tolded


Closer and closer

we walk


Entranced

by the

power

these gates

hold

on hearts


Closer and closer

we walk


The gates

hold our

fate


Waiting

watching

eagerly

for a

misstep


For

the circle

to repeat


The Cemetery gates

hanging on

their henges

like a

dark promise

that we too

will be

among the

stories that

went untold


Closer and closer

we walk


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