THE BEST OF ME

THE HOLY FIELD OF DEAD SOULS

In my canoe gray as night, the heavy air goes over the river of death, I feel pain, I feel souls that cry, tormented souls.

When the full moon rises the dark night is hectic the more the world screams the more the world cries the dead and demons come out to their party.

I go in my canoe in front of me I see many skulls dance and dance to the sound of the full moon, I see the red sky without stars I paddle fast, fast like this the field of dead souls

When I looked at a hand on my back I turned grayer than my dead countenance but it was a spirit that wandered over the river I had no rest no, I had no peace I was full of misery I looked at it straight on but it had no eyes it was hollow but I felt pain and anguish and told me I want to go to the holy field of souls in pain.

I went through a most grotesque swamp, the most real thing was part of the earthly journey towards the abyss of the beyond, I saw how the demons punished the souls.

I came and went three hundred moons

Day and night the infernal dance did not stop but new souls passed over the river of death. Three hundred moons I watched as evil clothed the earth, the dead earth, withered earth the humans were pale, they were alive but they seemed dead.

Three hundred moons I looked at the birds falling the sea dried up I looked at the flowers and the lifeless fields plus the dead cry in pain, in anguish but I did not feel sorry, at the end of the river I looked at a small hut there was light, there was peace, love but I couldn't get there. I tried to touch the green grass of that place with my dead palm.

There was music , there was dance it was the music of terror while I took my way the dead dance , dance at the same time they cry in agony because the melody does not stop it is music for souls in pain .

I observe the sky is grayer, I observed the moon is redder I almost reach the dark hill where the falling leaves are like flames burning the skin of the humans who go in my canoe. We continue facing the river of death but we see that place where there is peace but no one can get there I see fresh trees my canoe has another color it is white like snow, there is also a green forest and a pure but not violent air, the sky there are stars that illuminate the path the water of the river of death I see it clearly, but it is only a mirror of the other side where I cannot go. It is an alternate world that I cannot cross, I can only see it there I see my life before my death, there I see how the black sword penetrated my heart. There I can see the woman who gave birth to me, I felt joy seeing the face of that lady three hundred moons ago I had not seen my mother since she left for the celestial plane. But she doesn't know that she eternally sailed on this river of blood full of souls in pain, but I don't feel guilt, I don't feel remorse for taking them to eternal confinement.

I navigate like this the holy field of dead souls in the end I feel a little love the breath the breath of souls go their freedom like this others to their eternal torment.

Then I continue crossing the river for eternity I hear a whisper of peace so that my soul can rest but not go to dance. At the end of my journey I looked at those who guard the holy field of dead souls I stink, my withered body was beautiful but it was only the light that touched me.

I continue my trip to go and return I will always see lives go in peace, I will always see lives go to the sound of infernal music plus the holy field will always be there.