Epiphany's Vantage.

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Seeing the crows descending once more,

Scavenging the remains galore;

The paradigm has now shifted,

The evening fog has now lifted.

Reminiscing the catacomb of forgotten souls,

Makes hard the road back home;

Yet, Death has taken its toll

And they are all alone.

Wearily walking women whose watery eyes

Tell a story of remorse,

Through sniffs and sobs they innocently despise

The devouring hunger of their loss.

Broken pavement ravaged with time,

The aegis is no more;

Trembling legs past their prime

Draw near the Acheron Shore.

Congealed emotions shadowed behind capes,

Shivering breeze whispers peril;

Desolate tears manages to escape,

Soiled fingers quiver a littld.

The sun sets in the horizon,

Designing the end of redemption;

The heaving night tirelessly crawls westward,

Decrepit Fate blankly stares at this discord....

Weep now, weep no more,

There will be joy like never before;

Ethereal bliss wraps up a kiss,

For you are a soul who will be missed.

Sleep now, sleep no more,

On winged-chariot we will soar;

Leave behind all your worries and heartaches,

There will be endless joy in your new wake.

Gone will you be in a moment's time,

Lost and released, lost in Love's sublime;

Consoling words will keep safe your throbbing heart,

Realeased to a place where fears depart.

Yay another one.

Tell me how is it?

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