THE ARCHWAY GATE

Welcome to The Archway Gate where tunnels begin and through these tunnels you shall journey and obtain splendid items if you fancy all things weird and wonderful

The archway gate

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Also if you have a few moments I recommend reading some of my poems before you leave this page

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From Joseph Green

  • choplifter2788@gmail.com

The Stone Heart

Your home is a wonderful dream

When your family is a team

A broken heart is worse

A nightmare and a curse

What reason have you to make

A jewel so pretty break

And cast kings from thrones

Into the abyss where chaos groans?

The Ghost Mountain

I am only one

The shining sun

Make the coldest mountains

And I could touch them with golden feet

The oldest mountains 

Are the haunted mountains

Who know my sacred dance

The Sunflower Creature

During the magical night

Words spoken in the tombs

Put together the ancient bones

From the worlds beyond

And brought them home

To their dark throne

Where they sat down

And summoned the naked creature

From the leafy giants

Growing in the storm

So she came to the ancient bones

And with beauty untamed

By their darkest thoughts

She danced in chains of flowers

The Clocktower Man

Tormented by the darkness of machines

I went through devastation

And was lost in the darkest night

While my heart never lost hope

And praying I was guided by a soul

Who led me into the wilderness

Where I slept beneath the ancient trees

Dreaming of warm arms around me

So a voice in my heart woke me

And standing up to meet the morning sun

I beheld the wilderness flower

Illuminated with magical light

The Wilderness Flower

The wilderness flower wandered

Into the city of darkness

Where she became lost

And praying for help

She was approached

By some fireflies

Who promised to guide her

So the wilderness flower

Followed the fireflies 

Out of the city of darkness

And walked to the mountains

In whose caves she slept

Dreaming of a man

Then a storm of cauldrons

Woke the wilderness flower

And she walked outside on a road

Where the leaves were scattered

Beneath the whispering trees

And the man of her dreams appeared

Mysterious in the morning light

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