• Denied at the Gates





    The bright light flashes, and the sirens call her home.
    Eternity slashes, leaving the burden of all she wouldn’t fix.
    She wants to see the seven wonders, all this world can offer;
    all she can offer...

    All they can do is dull the pain. Slowly she fades into the hypnotic slumber.
    The slowing pulse, each shallow breath; a rhythmic lullaby.

    A twinge of fear, a stab of regret, and awaken in the clouds.
    Blinding; the gaze of a thousand suns.
    But past the glare, glory at first sight.

    “Are you worthy; are you pure?
    Are you sinful; are you mourned?”
    She can't bare to face such an immortal being
    with harsh words of not reference, nor rebuttal,
    but the solemn reality that is “No.”

    Her answer, an echo, fragile with fear.
    Now only the grace of God can save her from His gaze.
    He bows his head; oh what humanity has done to the innocence within.
    Gravity shifts from the might of the angelic chorus.

    She falls with the rain, Heaven’s tears,
    the last form of comfort God can offer.
    Every soft scream of regret fresh on her lips
    as the hungry eyes pull her deeper into their reign.

    If known the glory in damnation would not compare to its price
    each breath of air, each little step would have been enough to quench the thirst.
    for the envy, the lust; for the sloth and the pride.
    Though each misstep only strengthened the hunger to veer off the path.

    And what of forgiveness, and what of mercy?
    They re only locked windows to a world once known
    before sentenced to the fire; before denied at the gates.