Such heavenly beauty beyond my human reach,
but a lowly soul this world does 'seech.
Lost in a time of tragedy and flutter;
there is a pain-so utter.
The Epiphany came in an instant and blinded me,
from the fear and rage that I now see.
I lay there in torment as time now fall,
night is the victim to this nature's call.
A haunting of melody that will not dispel;
Souls in torment as their lore now tell.
A perfect light arises from the shadows realm below,
the hidden world so far away,
where thoughts unspoken go.
And from the depth of Ethereal,
I could still hear her heart beating;
one after another, the dark clouds are fleeting.
The dreams are real and time stands still,
if only you believe,
all things that test reality;
the visions fools and children see.
From the Depth of Ethereal
came howls of former corporeal,
as a soft gentle breeze,
now makes my heart feel at ease.
The wails of the dead,
now brings forth shudders of dread;
but this one lowly soul, peace is all she said.