Mans Dark Gate Keeper
by Denny Lancaster
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Power of power you surely behold
for in a den of darkness are told
strange stories of men you beguile,
if for a second they stay awhile
and think by smiling, worthwhile.

As I watched those men one by one,
thinking each your heart had won,
then the look on your face a glee,
in an instant your motive I see,
so when my turn, a plan would come.

Closer and closer now is my turn,
wax and wane, for only now a yearn
for you to embrace me, but only me
but alas your glee I again will see
with me you too you turn into a urn.

Now none can escape without the key
sorrow of sorrows, maker of our fate
made not of iron, but of what you decree
for in man a willingness you do not see
and none of us could open your gate.

Down the dark swift river each are sent,
afloat as a urn into the fire of torment,
engulfed by dark shadows and brimstone,
knowing all the while we are not alone.
At the end time can we all please repent?

You are the Gate Keeper, each will agree,
but in you the darkness we did not see,
for beauty clouds minds of all human kind,
and your gate key we could not always find,
so on this eternal journey we are not free.

Footnote: Gate Keepers are mentioned in various forms of literature. In ancient times walls surrounded city states, buildings of worth and other physical structures which were intended to keep some within and others without. Who held the key to the gate became both trusted and envied, vilified and honored and held in awe.

Robert of  Flashthat creates exceptional graphics. More often than not we create a  poem and a graphic is selected, so we are thankful that his "Gate Keeper" served as the inspiration for our poem "Mans Dark Gate Keeper."

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