It is far after the midnight hour; the bed of stone makes one wretched and shattered, there is no sleep, now I hear someone knocking on the rough oak door, it tells me that soon I will be no more. In the distance I can see the ghost hovering over the dying that lay alone upon the stone. I listen as the angels weave a tale of sorrow, then sing of peace and love, soon when I am gone.
I am eager to know what is beyond the veiled curtain where shadows can be seen dancing; I hear my heart beating as it indeed grows weaker; I feel my soul growing stronger, my hope sustained. I was caught napping upon the stone as darkness hovers there where souls dance and moan, the knocking grows louder, and time is almost gone.
I rise and stood before the door, wondering, fearing, then only one word was spoken, “Come”. The mystery I wanted to explore, the door opened, I walked through it, and time was no more. It was then that a colossal Hawk flew next to me, he was filled with sadness and sorrow, he said his name was “Nevermore”, with a soft flaying of his wing he closed my earthly door.
Peace and Love
Elizabeth
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