The Monster Beyond The Gates Poem by Kit Strait

Night is darkness nevermore,
Light is jarring now and before.
The thing beyond the gates, always creeping,
Is dark and hideous, never sleeping.

And when I ride past it,
I go so fast, it
cannot see, hear, smell nor feel me.
I go so fast that none can see me.

If a visitor is coming through the gates,
They disappear, for the monster hates,
Anyone who can get through the high
gates. He gets them, by and by.

The monster shall get me soon.
I feel a curtain of surrounding doom,
Settling 'round me night by night.
I'm going through again, what a fri...