Eius Portas

 

The old witch crow

her wolf at her side 

looked from above while still below 

a conundrum for humans 

of the ancients that never got old

Rain drizzled steadily hitting the cobble stone road. The path was littered with humans that kept accumulating waste, looking every where for joy, hope, and, peace on this terra of transition where growth is in opposition the pathway to the door, a way to justice unknowing and not learned in their pace.

Their leader is lying a two person masked face

"abracadabra" they call when they want always asking

the answer is this when you push and you shove through magical door ways that are not yours to command.

"You may come in to here my darlings, this passage below is my river styx where the real doors you find where you get off and that's it, or you meet further down, as you've been judged restorable. Now to explain it again while you float within, watch the windows of times and days gone by. Another life you will be given, still yours since God commanded but yours of free will you need not man command you. 

Deaths flock grew 

alight from behind

within her left palm a circle of light 

the ward a gift 

Mashallah 

"Aperite mihi portas iustitiae"

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Matters with time in space and beyond within with out, See the light beyond, the True way of God as commanded and anointed by the cardinal of Peace the winged beast you pray not be your prey.  

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