Two by Two Arranged
Doubling the pace
Why are you hard to picture
Past a single form?
If one is like me
Second guards the gates of hell
In classic stories
The gates themselves made
Reflecting in the moonlight
Solid bit by bit
So us three return
What if gates could be vacant?
Could guard rest a night?
Arms wrapped from behind
Fingernails trace through forest
Hair falling downward
One stalking beneath
Searching for rod that shatters
Consuming peril
An image of grace
Eerily dissimilar
Than those come before
Two by two you step
First this way, then the other
Opening the gates
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