An Endless Morrow
As the end draws near
Due to the war of the beast
From the sky falls an endless tear
As the arrow falls from the east
Ripples form on the water surface
As our wings take flight
The Earth resurfaces
As the sun shines bright
Where would we fall?
Hero of the morrow
Who should answer the call?
As the world drowns in sorrow
We are loved my friend
Blessed by Gaia herself
With this love she descends
We must prepare ourselves
Our wish for tomorrow will shatter our soul
As we watch the world crumble down below
The world itself has given up on her goals
This is our fate we sadly know
The ripples in the water is tainted with blood
Gone are the trees she loves
Her sorrow covers us with a great flood
Her warning of what happens when push turns into shove
Our dreams are gone
Our pride is no more
The end has already been drawn
By the beast and their war
With this she offers a silent plea
To preserve the beauty we all see
She asks us to end her misery
She asks us to make her free
To the green we all once knew
To the blue that calms the heart
To the birds that once flew
With this mission we depart
The wind shall speak of our return
For the morrow is filled with a pact
In our hearts a passion will burn
As we begin to act
To become the blue that quenches the sky
The Earth will once again foster a life
Shall we become the hero of the rye?
With this we end the war and its strife
Heaven awaits the faithful departed
Our eternal slumber shall become uncharted
Copyright © Kelvin Omar | Year Posted 2013
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