#WritcoPoemPrompt8

Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.

Not knowing what is ahead,
They bow at his feet,
Giving him Glory and Honour,
Some doing it out of Vanity,
Some doing it out of Love,
Some wanting dilverence,
From this Prince of the World,
Who endlessly remind them of their Iniquity,
"How worthless you are to me" he says,
Leading them to run into the loving embrace of this Prince of Life,...