Heaven's Wake

Heretic phantoms were conjured, but decried their faiths

Exhumed from death, to a nowhere, to mourn as wraiths

Alas, where they were not, was a delusional derelict see

Vaporous and ephemeral, where no gods would ever be

Epicedian recitals, almost teased, like a whispering wind

Nocturnal incantations and murmurings, but unbedinned

'twas not of the celestial though, nor from a higher place

Surreptitiously designed, beyond known time and space

Wondering mystics, evoked a hope, in an eternal thread

And led their faithful, with the mesmeric words they said

Keeping true to the righteous path, all for eternity's sake

Enduring, instead though, the misery, of Heaven's wake