To He Who Fights For Heaven Poem by Killian Brooks

May the arch angel walk beside me
And may that posion flower bloom
May the morning bells be ringing
May the pairate claim his loot
In my dreams I ride
Shotgun to your plans
Forever past eternity
A partner made of sand
Has become a wary host
Of knowledge of the dark
But has learned to cope
And who's soul rests in dreams
That by his word and fortitude
That I now posses
I'll regain my pristine spot
And destroy all my regrets