Expanding lead, the songs to dome and lands unknown,
where ancient schemes and mysteries denote the search,
the foliage leaves announcers are and shadows grown
transmit to find the final ports where souls converge.
Along the cause, the reasons change on saddened dawn,
foretelling prophetess from skies implements lies,
about the souls' ulterior route - of dark drapes drawn,
beside the will of the cold winds that spell demise.
The ghosts define with howling songs the nightly dark,
souls hark the calls inviting them where feelings flare,
and angels confer skyward trip where they embark,
while blurry visions of the tears reside in glare.
Along the sorrow of souls gone, serene and calm,
spreads up the chapels' knell salute to skies' realm.
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(A hexameter sonnet)