Angels, they fly within my dreams. And grace, flows like a stream within my heart.
You, my friend, have bestowed the joy of your friendship upon me, and it?s a blessing.
I think of you, when the spring breeze dances through my soul, you are like a
spring breeze, the calm amongst tourmoil. I am forever greatful that you walk the road of
life with me. You have not strayed when the path becomes rugged, nor have you
abandoned me when I?ve stumbled.
I think of the times when this world has put me on trial, and you defended me,
even when it seemed like a lost cause. You believed in me, when I didnt know how to
believe in myself, and your belief in me is a miracle in my life. You?re the innocent smile
of a child, when darkness has plagued the light.
So when you feel down, think about these words i speak to you. They are the
truth, but yet they are words to capture the innocence, in the inspiration you have been to
me.
Sorrows pushed behind me, locked in the closet to become
the skeletons of my past. Darkness has approached like nightfall, it's consuming desire
to take me encompasses the very breath of my soul. The reaper shall come in the form
of real life, haunting me like the demons of the past. He holds the key to unleash the
skeletons
and enslave me to his every whim. Chained down to every one of my sins the bells toll and
my every breath is tormented by past regrets and the darkness that caresses me. The
skeleton lays the kiss of death upon my cheek and the reaper whispers
"come my child, your time is no longer yours" in my ear.
The skeletons suround me and sway as the reaper moves his hands, conducting the
symphony of bells. My screams of agony is harmonizing with the symphony, embracing
the demons in a lullaby. The Reaper smiles with enchantment, as if to sooth my agony.
There will be no more tomorrow, for I have taken the Reaper's hand
for a life time.
"THE FALLEN REAPER"
With tears in my eyes I stand fallen on my knees, broken with just this prayer
for redemtion. I'm lost in a world that finds me a picture of nothingness. Fingers point,
and the hands applaud a fallen warrior who stood alone and did not ask to fight. The test
of time has left me a broken soul, surrounded by every evil that lonliness can conjour.
The gates of hell call out for me, and the reaper takes my hand as my other reaches
for the heavens. The voices of hell are a symphony of screams and the violins are the
ringing of torment. Lord, Father, I long for the sweet choruses of your heavenly angels
and the lulling music of their harps.
My contorted body lies writhing in violent contortions as my soul seeks the calming
presence of your whispering voice. The sores are painted on the canvass
of my very being and I cannot scream for the reaper posesses my breath. In desperation
I close my eyes and and pray for salvation. Heaven's bells begin to ring clear as the reaper
shudders in abject horror. Demons run to the gates of hell like lambs to the slaughter,
some fall under the feet of the herd and are crushed by their own. My eyes shift to the
reaper who falls to his knees clinging on to his last moment of life. His staff transforms
into a snake and fills the reaper full of venom. His figure is consumed by an ominous
glowing gas and is reduced to a nothingness.
The robes of the reaper lie in a pile and are set ablaze before my eyes to remind
me of gods love for me. All evil shall be a fallen reaper in the presence of God.
