Tuesday, August 25, 2009

At The Gate


The little child sits and waits

His angel said he would be back

The rain gently fell at the gate

As he asked for the courage he knew he lacked.

A glistening moon cast a shadow this night

The childs heart cried silently out

He knew at first light

What this angel would truly be about.

Would he fly down and violently take

His soul or would he finally find love

Is there such thing or is it a mistake

Maybe there is nothing above.

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