A Scepter Of Dreams

A face of shadows, a scepter of dreams, a whispering silence of enchanting mystique. Eyes of the eternal stare deep into night, to catch cries of the silence that darkened the light. A bloody red moon, with the sure face of doom, looks upon earth as the sun ecplises soon. The air is dense , and the silence now still, until death starts to prowl , and slowly it will. A chill on the back of my neck says it all, the breath of the reaper , as I hear death call.

Embracing death as I face my last breath, my heart slowly shuts down.
Now this cold body lays on the ground , waiting for death to make its last sound. Eyes heavy with tears , I cannot go now, my years here have been few. Show me a way simply to live , my heart is not ready to give.

Death is yet the beginning, of a dark road we will travel. The End will be facing a scepter of dreams, far beyond reality chasing lost memories. At the gates of heaven many will stand, awaiting their embrace with the son of man. Their is life beyond our own, we will walk the dark road and he'll judge our souls . 

I will face the dark shadows , I will embrace the light , I will embark upon a journey lasting longer than night. I will look at the moon, with that sure face of doom, and my heart will cry out for hope to coem soon.