- Ancient Gates
He who has no face
holds the key
and to this hooded figure
bent from the past
I shout
"I am the gatekeeper
of my own destiny!"
and he mumbles
pointing a bony finger
"But you. you forbid
adventure to enter therein."
As I turned, once again to flee
thunder broke forth the door and
amidst the swollen wind, came
"Because you, you fear
the past to write the present in.
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