Eternity Is Nigh Poem by Eric Paeplow

The cold mists form
As a light breeze blows
Through the midnight hours
Floating on gossamer wings
Lost in this wasteland
Of sorrow and misery
Betwixt the lurking specters
From passing pallid faces
Singing somber dirges
Telling tales of bane and suffering
Existing in their ethereal plane
The beleaguered souls did reign
The soft glow of fireflies
And the downpour of rain
But mere distractions
As they float like ashen embers
From this world to the next
Vanquishing their demons
Quenching their pain
Obsidian turns to azure
Azure turns to white
Their journey at and end
Their souls finally free
At last, lost in the rapture
Where clarity reigns
No need for tears
No need to cry
They can at last be at piece
For their eternity is nigh