You have to be on guard these days
You must gargle to earn regard
Murder to get past these gates
One eye like Valhalla Rising
Would I? Don’t even try me
On trial, elusive
Hiding crime in rhymes
Further climbing, upward like ivy
Saw a snake girdling the horizon
Fell off the Jacob Ladder as he eyed me, that’s timing
Someone cut the brakes
When music fades, silence waits
Fading to view, gentle-gaited silent wraith
Waiting by the gates
Stained glass breaks
Sharp shards cascade.
Alchemisland 
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