Two graveyards, across the way
A breath of crisp fall air
the warmth of love radiating from above
clashes against witching hour's shade of night
below the screams of a dove dressed purely in white
what once was peace and light turns straight to fright
from hells fiery depths a crow whispers in slight
"My child, sweet child, come. It will all be alright."
Within a hollowed stump, you awaken a sprite
cloaked in a radiant neon glow
and without reason, you already know
from her hands, bright with a gleam
she hands you the forsaken tome, and you ask what it means
You were right, and all of this is wrong,
Outside these walls, there is only life
Despite your strife
Beyond here is a place you'll never belong
For now, you walk amongst the dead, with your head held high
Knowing you'll cross from side to side, never turning a blind eye
You are the bridge, from darkness to light
Wholesome and harmless, mischievous and maleficence
With you as a guide, none will walk alone
Welcome, my dear, for you are here
Your final home.