Seven angels stood strong against the multitude

No fear for the world was at its place

Mercy cried and died in the winds of time

She kissed me as we walked from the tree

Mortals come in droves to solve my place of rest

Portals of love bequest in mourning lived

Tired we slip past the foil of believing in grieve sighed

Stole a life from the book that became only me

Rale as perfection o drinking in me tallow look

Ale keeps past at finger reach a Brach of song

Question a voice of the willing words parted

Started as heart takes a path given to dreams

Fallen in road we traveled hard as dust lean

Shame skips the past of bandit posh steel

Fame taken from lady any day on a flood of stage

Broken sad as in tribute of sand and soil

Leave me here in the snow faith Spoken

Deceive a trust so cold it explodes in truth

She holds the lat of soul to old to cry to young to Grieve

Hates stop in quarters of the quest shall I know death

Mates leave in pure request of trees hanging soft in painted sky

Prove child take the oath of fair winds and smooth seas given

Move as a roll of wave in dread cast freely upon tear given

Side post traveled in quake made for heroes of the best known

Tide leads me in a way that wind of change carries me away

Think in pride hidden so well love given and taken

From the cup a voice takes the referral final drink

Omit a face letting past and present collide foolish pride

Slow song reaches out of heavens gate harp plays befit

Rue it is a purpose in drama on stage of wiles given rest

Will it be a grain of search missing passé you too

Meet again in visions from sun to son gaffe left

Purpose fall as the will of power explode in a place of seat

Beach takes more than sand and leaves souls seeking past burn done

Lasting hecklers leave the reaches of dancing fingers reach

Care comes in the softness of eyes taking in a monster waiting

Singular action stops in halt upon a new path paved rare

Dulse dead scroll in ink fails as test prayers in arms closed

View dust in the fight of dead but not alive fingers squeeze

Growl of animal keeps a burden holding as smoke escapes

Fowl drops in Vail lingering to go on an angel trip

Dove circles high in a blue sky of hope in olive branch

Peace to be kept death deals not a voice or place

Gather by the tree as ravens scream

In the bowls of hells own