Death Ov The Immaculate Poem by Chris Noir

Brought back to the land where sparrows fall like snow,
The embrace ov void through the morning light,
Brought back to the land where no earthly glow,
Casts its blessings down by day or by night.

This glimpse ov dawning time, caught in a snow globe,
Brought to the place where silence rules the lakes so stale,
And where no bells chime on the mountain slopes,
To the place where triumphs, die and there's no tales.

From the clouds ov innocence,
fell and shattered the ground,
From the skies so virtuous,
Into the darkness to drown.

Nothing stays immaculate,
nor succeeds,
nor survives,
Only dread reciprocates, when to fall is to die.

From the many stars, to a starless sky,
Trough the waters heart, to a boundless space,
Sounds ov the last songs, the road I travelled by,
Amidst the worthless gold and devoid ov grace.

Broken wings unbound but they never healed,
Mists that fall and rise cover empty eyes,
No secrets remain, worthy ov being revealed,
Tears frozen and dry fall from paradise.

From the lies ov innocence,
falls and touches the ground,
all the lies through ignorance,
let the echoes to drown.

Nothing stays immaculate,
nor unchanged
nor alive
Only darkness stays the same everything else doomed to die.