Midnight's Gate A knifes edge tears The bitterness of my heart I pause to stare My lifes blood bleeds between my stained fingertips A cry enters my mind. Do I heed its sound People walk, blessed, by their gait Others wail of their fate Not I I pause to stare To hesitate Do I walk the path. Copy their gait I turn aside my fears and walk away Perhaps one day someone else will pause to stare hesitate at the drops of blood that mark my fate.