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death's gate by Linda M. Crate

gray clouds

drifting past


sing an ancient song,

and she stands

by the gate in her black gown

tattered like the pages

of an old book

beyond repair;

her long raven hair dances

in the wind wild and untamed

as the spirits whose bones are

eager to dance above the earth

once more—

she is death

guarding the hauntings,

but they cannot see her;

all these mischief makers or mourners

walk as if she does not stand here

silver scythe whispering secrets

none of them can hope to hear until

she swings the killing blow—

her black mournful eyes show not

a dram of emotion

empty as the bodies that lack life,

and she knows not anything else

her purpose is to guard this gate.

Linda M. Crate's works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of five published chapbooks, a micro-chap, and a forthcoming poetry collection entitled More Than Bone Music (Clare Songsbirds Publishing House). She also has a novel, called Phoenix Tears.

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