Phantasy
Strange creatures in the night descend
Waiting for death, in winged flight.
With banshees wailing, Fates portend
Another star will shine tonight.
Dark forces now by sorcery
Decieve, and try to steal a soul.
Eternal flames of misery
Shrouding death, by hyperbole.
Starlight shines bright, clouds disappear.
Amazing Graces gently pray
Life after death, we should not fear.
The hand of reason shows the way.
Her finger points towards the sky.
The firmament shakes one star free.
Then guiding death, on wings they fly.
To live again, eternally.
6/ 22/ 2015
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