The Gates Of Yami Poem by Nathan Vigil

The gates of yami
samuarai standing himself
midsummer midst rain.
mist o'er the field,
my steed running the graves,
the reaper is on my trail;
'Why O, Lord now? ' I cry to the heavens;
Then as the thunder comes
I go like the sands of time.
The reaper on my trail,
I go like the sands' time
midsummer midst rain
soon enough the deed the olden
passes me by nocturnal.
My steed stops before the church;
my feet shake
like the earth as I fall.