Back to the
Halls of
Nevermore.
Where Angels
(with
Their Fresh
Clipped Wings)
Mop
The bloody floors!
(Of a Heart
which beats
Upon
Deaths Door.)
Heaven was
a grand retreat,
from the
Home we left
to
Seek..
Spirits humble,
fierce, and meek!
(All leveled
By
A God who
wouldn't speak.)
+
Back to my
Own waste
Land;
Where (for
a single moments
Pace)
I held eternity
In My Hands.
(Then laughed
Into It's Face.)
+
to be cont. Maybe.
seems alright though.
