Somewhere beyond silence, beyond light,
lies a realm cloaked in shadows of the night.
A place untrodden by mere mortal feet,
where darkness and mystery endlessly meet.

Whence spirits of sorrow, their lamenting cries,
echo through the ethereal, blackened skies.
Whispered secrets, tales of heartful woe,
in this realm where lost souls wander and flow.

An abyssal expanse, devoid of hope,
where despair and anguish ceaselessly grope.

Through mist-laden valleys and forgotten graves, they roam, seeking solace from grief, precious love ones not saved.

The moon, a silent specter, swoons, calls,
casting haunting shadows upon the wall.
Yet no solace, joy or comfort can it bring,
only a reminder of the end awaiting each

forlorn thing.

In this bleak domain, a nameless dread,
finds solace in the hearts of the undead.
Their spirits trapped, forever confined,
to a desolate existence, forever enshrined.

And yet, in the depths of this utter despair,
a beauty emerges, so radiant, pure, rare,
deep within the gloom, a fragile bloom,
a glimmer of hope that defies the tomb.

A cosmic, angelic fair, with eyes of ebony,
her soul ablaze with a haunting melody,
she sings of love lost, of hearts torn asunder,
her sultry voice a calm amidst the thunder.

She weaves tales of passion, of love's demise,
her voice like velvet, a lullaby for the skies.
In this realm of darkness, she is the light,
guiding lost souls through the shadowy night.

Somewhere beyond silence, beyond the light,
this realm exists, cloaked in perpetual night.

For even in darkness, a flicker can ignite,
And from sorrowful depths,

grateful, loving souls take flight.

Into Jehovah's Holy Kingdom, past his
heavenly gates, they embrace his Blessed love that granted their

salvation and ultimate,

mortal


Fate...




© Charles Kemp