That Which Guards What Cannot Be Reclaimed

In Eden's gate, where once pure bliss did reign,
Now stands a guard, with visage fierce and plain.
Archangel Gabriel, with sword of flame,
Doth bar the path, where none may stake their claim.
 
His eyes, like stars, with piercing light doth gleam,
And none may pass, nor even dare to dream.
The sword he wields, in fire’s eternal blaze,
Cuts through the night, in bright and deadly haze.
 
A sacred charge, this garden to defend,
From mortal hands that seek their fall to mend.
Yet dark it seems, this hallowed, guarded place,
Where life once sprang, now holds a fearsome face.
 
The trees doth whisper secrets to the night,
Of mankind’s fall, and loss of Eden’s light.
In shadows deep, their leaves do softly mourn,
For innocence, in fiery wrath, was torn.
 
Gabriel’s stance, both stern and sorrowed still,
A silent testament to Heaven’s will.
For none shall tread this ground, nor e’er reclaim,
The paradise, now lost to human shame.
 
A mystic air doth shroud this ancient scene,
Where once was life, now only dreams serene.
And in the night, the sword’s bright flame doth sing,
Of Eden lost, and Gabriel’s steadfast wing.