"Dark Authority"
©2010

Very far behind wood there is forgotten path.
It leads me to old estate.
The bent trees, ravens on branches.
In the darkness are seen gates. 

Grand gates,
So cracked and have grown with moss.
Coat of arms hangs from above.
Something awful, something lost.

Gothic arched roof, merlons on grate, [bad word] lock hangs on weighty chains.
They guard fates of those, who dwelled in this place.
They stay staunch and firm - overgrown gates.

Stranger [bad word] in vast [bad word] 
Only former guest will penetrate.
Souls of deceased, were living in this place,
They’ll keep the rest in estate.