a chance opportunity

There is a path beyond the gate
It's possible it's leading to fate

Somewhat crooked and dark
Covered in leaves and birch tree bark

Sun shines through breaks in the clouds
Birds sing freely and loud

The gate is broken and locked
Off to the side there lies a warped clock

No time does the clock tell
Yet it still has a working bell

True the bell works, but not it tune
Don't bother with that it's much too soon

While searching to find the gate's lost key
Clouds make the sky look like the sea

With so much around
It's impossible to be found

Lost in the confusion before the gate
It's growing dark and getting late

Shadows fall upon the land
Covering leaves, trees and all the sand

Above the trees flying high
Through the night the owls cry

Rodents scurry to their holes
While death takes a few lost souls

Screams echo in the night
Consuming all living beings with fright

Slowly the dawn draws near
Dark objects soon become clear

Near the gate lies the clock
So easily mistaken for a rock

Still locked from fate
Looking to the path beyond the gate