Beneath the ethereal, silent void, reconfigured by ancient lore
In the present, before the future and what has passed before
Is an ephemeral, pastoral surrealism, amidst an ocean's swell
Where everything that is living, is realigned, by Heaven & Hell
In a parallel world though, adrift in swirling clouds of angel dust
Are sagacious elders, enriched by the harmony, of mutual trust
Where they watch over, an old idyll, with their sympathetic gaze
As the droves weave a dreamscape, of whimsical wending ways
But where there's light, there's night and dark souls will idly creep
Into the uneasy minds of those, with tormenting swevens, asleep
And in smoke and mirrors, they'll be led from a faith, to mourning
To show them what might be, with before them, Hades sprawling
In a different space of time, there's a familiar glistening, lonely orb
Where monsters have never thrived, to be able to raise the sword
With nothing, but peace and serenity and no celestial commands
It's not borne in myths and folklore, for it's where humanity stands
Beyond the eternal void, there's nothing else, not even dying stars
Or untempered memories, of dreams, drifting in shattered shards
It's a 'nowhere', without a course or reason, beyond the final knell
For everything that was and will ever be, is here, in Heaven & Hell
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