The Faeries' Gate

”Deep in the woodlands there's somewhere the door,

That is hid beyond roses and faeries and lore.

The gate that is carved out of onyx and dreams;

But never as true as you thought it would seem.

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To reach it you never step farther than light;

Behind it the riches and treasures of night.

It's the gateway of legends and forgotten things,

Of fairytales, prayers and glorious things.

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When there in the forest you pass by the gate,

That stands in the middle of a flowery glade,

You surely shall realize the dreams that it weaves,

But still stands unnoticed the danger it means.

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The gate that is legends is more than a dream;

The shadow of nightmares you barely can glean.

The bones long forgotten and dusty and lost,

That lay 'neath the grass unaware of the cost.

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And there at the steps of the fairyland's gate,

Are those who have tried but resisting the fate;

Those who the hand of the death haven't touched;

Unliving, undead – only being as such.

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There's not a soul who'd remember the past,

No one to recall the dreams that won't last.

No one to see all that lays out of sight;

Only faeries and goblins who dance in the night.”

(By: Wyrd)