The gates

The gates silhouetted
In black seemingly
Magickal look at that path
Leading where?
To a castle perhaps
To a haunt all can share

Sorcerers gather and they cast
Spells you can feel the
A place where the past
Is brought into the present
A mist peels away
The trees lean in sympathy
Bent on the sway

Out in the countryside
Far from a town
Can’t you just feel
Whats about to go down?

Inspired by a picture on facebook tonight

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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