Entering the void into the dark
of another lonely night he cry’s,
cutting through the darkness of
evil that awaits him to hold his
hand and guide him.
His feet find footings yet does he
retreat from the dark, or move
forward with fear in his heart,
while his soul passes through
his mind losing sense of time
space and reality, as the thin
This tomb appeared before him,
as the doors shut loudly in his ear
and angel’s heads appeared to be
mocking him in fear, with
cold alabaster faces.
Trying to catch his breath in thin
air that beckoned him into the
shelter of the grave, he felt life
begin to leave for a spell to
dwell elsewhere among tired souls.
Widows caressed their brows and
gave their last kiss of death,
burying the key that opened
and closed the door for evermore.
The angel said in gentle voice,
why pause or wonder why you
are here, when the doors have
closed and left you cold and
lonely for the nights
Door of death is your journey’s
end, let them open in and
release all the anger within and
come forth, gently close behind
you and let the next enter with
sorrow to the graves bitter song.
So lay in silence awaiting with
folded arms, whilst the wind
and tide of destiny awaits you
under moonlit night and deep
within light your spirit to
freedom from your shallow
Rejoice for now you are released
and poets await your verse and
song, deep the chasms of your
burnt out soul a song can be heard,
you sung so long ago on mother’s
breast so white as snow, your
first breath set aglow upon the earth.
Let this door close on a life that was
not meant to be so misdirected,
through eternity it will live on for
cherubs await thee to hear your
song and weep no more, the pain is gone.
My door of life closed twice yet before
it’s close should I see the parting of
Heaven’s door or enter all I need
to know of Hell.
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