The Gateway Of The Dead Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

On breaking of dawn and at twilights arrival
Is the walkway of the dead
Spirits evil enter and leave a realm
At least so it is said.
Drawing their last breath whose sold their soul,
The Devil lies in wait,
The barriers are up the guard is on,
None enter Heavens gate.

The Angels are on high alert
As Satan rules supreme: for now he rules
This is the time of niether day or night,
A time for madmen and for fools.
He directs those whove walked his way
Their souls as his he claims
And they see now the bad side of the deal
A the dwell among eternal flames!