By: Sklaer Posted on: November 23, 2004
Ages you've seen before my times.
Sun kissed skin, tan, and wrinkle lined.
All dressed in green and your staff at hold.
Onward you've watched as we've all grown.
A welcoming smile to all that come near.
Overseeing your post to fight off those we fear.
To Eleusis' aid you will always come.
Yet a friendly old man in the work you have done.
Elias, mister gatekeeper, to you this poem speaks.
For without you our village gateway…
would oft, to be so bleak.