Gates of Destiny.
Outside the gates of destinyAt one with all it's mystery
Paused the man who would be free
Of his sentient insanity
Beneath a slimmer moon
Etched in a heart now turned to stone
Memories of deeds unknown
And pleasures of seeds silent sown
He wonders why he stands alone
In welcome of his doom
Chained to illusions once so fine
He drinks his final glass of wine
And does indeed with devils dine
In confines not of his design
Bereft his reality
With all his sins upon his face
He does the devils jaws embrace
Of lucid thoughts there be no trace
He partook the run but lost the race
His penance infamy.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-05-16 at 02:38
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