Nothing is as it seems, not even nothing...

In the echoes of laughter
in the reaches of a dream
around an unturned corner
lies a gate unseen.
Posibilities bleed into the world
from this wounded place.
A light burns in frequencies
that reason cannot face.

Strangers pass among us,
masking immortality,
Seekers on a mission,
with chains to set us free.
An ancient war is raging
as the sparrows fall.
And faith is the firestorm
that decides it all.

Angels dark and bright,
swords of flame and hate,
clash in savage revelry where
sounds the trump of Fate.
The Destroyers feed us
desperation and despair
while the unfallen host
gather every prayer.

The Cynic and the Gnostic
join hands with Apathy.
The scientist can't measure faith
so it cannot be.
Yet there are worlds at hand,
realities of love,
that fit the yearning soul
like an iron glove.