#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...
The two figures at the gate, have been walking you through life since your soul awaked
Given directions to watch closely over your path
Removing debris out your way, keeping your feet away from trash
They are called guardian Angel it's true they really exist.
On the right side of your shoulder
With swords when the devils in the mist.

© Adrian Avery