Passage To Heaven

Finally the monster felt he was at peace, He could feel death’s cold, yet soft kiss. Before him sights of a land never seen Made the monster’s mind again clean. The fields were green as the ones he knew, And he saw beautiful mountains as he flew. Past the fields of never ending fertility There lied the river with no water, but glory. As he soaked in the reflection the river gave, He saw a charming young man who’d leave. He would go to a place where he’d be free, Hi didn’t know, but his own soul he could see. This was the first time the monster neglected, That in only six miserable days he would be dead.