Lines between reality blur
A dream in motion? or a
Motionless dream?
Who can discern it when-
Nothing seems really
Here nor there but
Everywhere you look
You see
Mist rising from pools of liquid silver
An apparition in the night
A quivering thought in the still morning air
The feathered downy softness of
An angel's golden wing
An angry, mighty rumble of
An angel's hatred grows, ever
Scary ever wonderful,
A thing bound to
A night of fear, a night
Of wonder, wishing
All you knew was false, hoping
Every tale you heard, uneard
Every song unsung, till
Nothing is left
The seeds of doubt were
Planted now a drought
Descends upon the world
To keep the living company
Until they drop down dead.
A goddess of Hell bound to eternal light
Doomed to roam the earth until
Sentences undone.
The question being asked lies
Unasked until the dead decide
The answer's not forthcoming
And the fearful song's reside.
