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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