Iron Door Poem by Ron Pate

Door of iron,
And with fire, then ice
Render me captive paying price
And always on guard day and night

Door of iron, viewing haunting gallows
Hinged icon standing in dark shadows
And captor shall seek presence
And with anxious breath, one swallows

Door of iron, in distance's stare
Bearing witness while crowds glare
Step by step on rickety stand
And noose placed quickly as if a snare

Door of Iron, creaks within the wind
And to hear last words of who sinned
One breath with remaining regrets
Silence befalls crowd; iron door grins