• Bright shadows swarm the sky, soaring over the dark above.
    Dark light shines from below, then soaring into death as a dove.
    Cold fire raises in the soul of the transit and happy, only to burn.
    Blazing ice forms in the twisted human heart growing like ferns.
    Glorified demons seek refuge into the heart, only to be denied.

    Heaven and hell taking the soul from the ground, without sound
    Death taking the soul from above, as the scythe rips the ground.
    Light slowly fades in life, as death transfers over the soul's light.
    Darkness fades in the hope of a new day, taking the dark from sight.
    Fallen angels see these, and many other but they are nevermore.
    Death's swift scythe holds no prisoner's with a slash of gore.

    Death had reigned true in the dark lit world, taking the light.
    Shadows rule the sky, as it eclipses the heavens from sight.
    Darkness rules the hearts of newly departed with its grasp.
    Light returns to those who, have seen this and many more.