It was at a choicest gate
at which just yesterday, I stood.
Beyond the door were two roads of fate,
down which I did keenly look.
At the end of the paths, I did see two trees
on whose branches sitting, were two ferocious beasts.
They smiled at me, and I did too
for shone above them was holy light.
One was red- Love was he-
yet his path was black as night.
His brother on the neighboring branch,
shook his head, beckoning me to come.
For he spotted my great desire,
to Love I willed to succumb.
His face was earth, his light so dark,
his path equally so.
I willed not to go down his flight,
I recognized not his groan.
It was at a choicest gate
and most tempest was my choice.
I now look back, it is too late:
Judgement forsook me, it did twice.
O judgement, be thou beast or priest:
noble intellect.
I did once shake my head at thee,
at your path I must now set!
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So biblical in nature this poem walks out of the book of Revelations. It is in the same way Gothic in nature as is the biblical book. It is a piece from another time period. Very nicely rhymed and metered
I wouldn't know, for I haven't read Revelations, but I'll take ur word for it😇
Thank you for ur read
You are most welcome
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