Guardian at the Gate

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He stands where the white willows
weep for the crimson stains
On ground that will forever be covered
with blood of the innocent ones

~red flowers that never will fail~

Where the last phoenix swings from her tree
and sings her final serenade
that shall never be heard by a living ear
Before she bursts into flame

~a fire that can warm any heart~

He stands where the