The Gates

Entry gate
Entry gate

Standing watch at the gates
the night sky cold in its darkening.
Too many this time of year
my soul cries for lost light.

In the distance a flame dances
requiem for those lost.
Pity for those found
cold steel rests in my hand.

Time is fleeting the night wanders
stars gleaming casts no light.
Hope is lost among the weeping
standing watch at the gates.

Written by Kate Fox

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