Fade Within The Mist Of Stars Poem by Bree Z Love

This pain can fade within the mist of stars.
The mist of stars formed beyond this place and an universe.
An universe by far a dark place.
A dark place but with a keen eye looking into eyes that pierce through with an enormous power.
An enormous power of God and his angels.
God and his angels heals a bed of pain.
A bed of pain that can only be removed with miraculous tools.
Miraculous tools make incisions of relief.
Incisions of relief to dispatch the source of death.
The source of death attempts to creep into but is quickly executed.
Executed by the dawn of the light,
The Light.
Rules over any dark.
Any dark.
My morning's daybreak.