Destiny, Is Calling Me

....And we knew that life was not our own ? Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations Pearly gates there is no verse to claim this dust: whence borne Clarity, be visions his burnt ashes their macabre tis no phoenix rising A theatrical tomb ? Ten thousand shores gathered aneath her sea; fantastical Lotus lores where diablo sleeps: in hedges be six where time she creeps.... Shadows lurk of broken prose idyllic concessions, fragmented rhyme ? Phantom pages Flaming tides leviathan swirls a swift reply ? Sickled cross the child awakes; crimson love her reaper, plays.