Fates
In bronze behold
a spirit whispers
to keep the door
and bar no ghost
In silver seated
a specter waits
to hold the iron
and the gate
In gold is gilded
a soul serene
With its gaze
to balance things
No time shall stop
No path return
No lesson deep
shall be unlearned
Hearts in prison
by jailer's hand
Held in time
by unseen plans
Paths shall cross
and mind debates
but time is lost
that crosses fates
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
