Locked firm in place in desolate space so devoid of grace
Sire, looked grim, he was gone without a trace
Earth glistens from heaven's view so high
Like a blue sapphire it shines to open portals when we die
She calls in melancholy overtones up to him, 'spare us!'
'Spare me!' he replies, the spark, blunderbuss erupts
Powerful protection but without due reflection it denies
'Serendipity and karma', her tears tiny salty outcries
Cimmerian dreams and wrong deeds have plastered
A photo so disenchanted, time to make it remastered
Liverpool, Ashtabula, Argyle-socks in winter chill
Life renewed for her and he with such vibrant thrill
Will he be denied again is vibrating universally
Resounding answer in negative signs catastrophically
May he be within the light he who shall never die
May he be within the right he who shall not lie
The rock is a desolate space, inside we must chisel
With the master's hand the raw stone and drizzle
Love with the temperance of hate to craft
The Lord's masterpiece, his spiritual raft
Until we too see the sapphire's gleam
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