Probing these mists for a console ancient
Caught in its patience I unsealed the gate
Prying those depths for a future latent
Omens so blatant I entered the gate
Pending the screams for a horror dormant
Leaving from torment I buried that gate
NaaN (Now, always and Never)
Poetry Time 36: The Gate
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, June 18, 2023
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