His very secret spirit slowly waking,
As when another moment falls asleep,
An ancient song of great awakening!
But yet so many voices never weep.
For certain people you have ever seen,
The final gaze upon a flaming sword!
And then an empty soul remains unseen,
No longer driven by my own accord.
The most unknown divine awakening.
But ye shall gather at their own accord!
No one has seen so many people waking,
For leaving me alone with flaming sword.
When eternal darkness hath foretold,
This darkest hour of death remains unseen!
I feel awake again or growing old!
As night I gaze upon the final scene.
So many mortals follow me unseen,
With vision where an evil spirit come!
No one the saddest eyes have ever seen!
Another lonely day is coming from.
No wonder when I hear a silent scene!
This lonely world is falling fast asleep!
And yet so many dreams remain unseen,
That never finds another way to weep.
The children gather at their own accord,
As you awaken from a waking dream!
I gazed upon an endless flaming sword,
A dream of being guided by a theme.
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Poem Written by me