Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 17, 2007 4:27:22 GMT -6
In the dark, deep depths the mystery lay,
Cold, foreboding, murky surrounds,
Time suspended, awaiting the day
Of clarion call and hammering sounds.
Quietly still, eternally shrouded,
The hope of all invisibly kept,
While up on the surface, eternally clouded,
In living and dying the days are swept.
On a mournful day, on a lonely hill,
One day the hammering sounds are heard,
The waters stir and send a chill
Through souls awaiting, long interred.
Then brilliant light the waters clear
So mystery no longer hides,
In clarity now shouts of cheer
As souls embrace the cleansing tide.
Cold, foreboding, murky surrounds,
Time suspended, awaiting the day
Of clarion call and hammering sounds.
Quietly still, eternally shrouded,
The hope of all invisibly kept,
While up on the surface, eternally clouded,
In living and dying the days are swept.
On a mournful day, on a lonely hill,
One day the hammering sounds are heard,
The waters stir and send a chill
Through souls awaiting, long interred.
Then brilliant light the waters clear
So mystery no longer hides,
In clarity now shouts of cheer
As souls embrace the cleansing tide.
