Elysium's Unfathomable Gate Poem by Captain Cur

When soft whispers invisible as air
alight gently on my senses, I feel
the joy creation brings to one amazed
by words that live and strive for better days.

With these whisperings I prepare this verse
may it with effervescent passion burst
through Elysium's staunch and guarded wall.
I to know their voice, the haunting call

of those poets who climbed that fragile bar
and reached beyond the limits of their star.
Guided by faith charged the cold blinding light
foraging in human frailty and strife

not for mere advantage or worldly gain
consumed by fire beheld the eternal flame
and in their works our riches thus increased
exemplifying the nature of belief.

From unfathomable heights fell from grace
then raised high the lowliest to their place
and brought to earth all beauty can endow,
fair messengers whispering from the boughs.