The mirrors fall, it slices the faces of existence.
It’s a stream of sadness, as the blood flows.
The silent drops of blue soon turn to red.
Our body, a prison for our souls.
Through the depths of the body our souls go.
Into the darkness they go, a journey of fate awaits.
The blood rust color fades away as we become fragments of memory.
The past awaits us as our souls wonder.
Searching through the dark all alone, for the light.
Miles away lost in a sea of space.
The morning a beginning of darkness.
A white light a place for souls.
The power of the souls shone so bright.
In a sea of madness.
A soul of black appears.
To form into something greater.
Together the balance is at peace.
Raven Blood Angel Community Member 
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