Updated on November 2, 2017

The Gates Of Shan

The coward stands firm in all his shame, in shadow torn.

Whispering effects in a cold, intrusive air.

There,an entrance half covered,weathered by ivy rows.

A face as gaunt as a shattered rhythm slow.

His pulse as speed to a jet fathomed, showed.

The bleak daunting waves,a message from his home,

To vanish his soul, to steep so low.

And only when the gates do fall to rid his only goal.

Like sand in glass, his race endured.

His treacherous and hideous mind scorned.

Come away,leave broken hearts blind.

You were once a lover possessed.

Let the past be bygones, catch a new scene,

The gates of Shan were just a dream.


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