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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