The moon was bright behind the clouds
The air was cold and damp.
Snow laden, the branches bowed
The far off glow of a reading lamp.
The muddy trail beneath my feet
A tunnel so gray and blue
The scent of pine is bettersweet
My life is gone, I live anew.
The smell of smoke offers hope
The endless walk has no pain
No hills, no ruts, no slippery slopes
A flickered clearing on the plane.
No change in pace - a steady walk
The stoney sky turns to blue
I want to know, I try to talk
The leather's soaked from dew.
The clearing comes as I stand still
Words are written in the air
The Master's Plan brings a chill.
A shudder, light and a scare.
Should I be calm or should I fear
The events that will surely be,
For the ones I left, hold so dear
Or will their doom set them free?
There's beauty in the dying star,
The galaxys glow when they collide.
The fire's destruction from afar
Foretells the beauty of the Bride.
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