Many more mountains to climb
Before the angel of death takes me away,
Many more flights to fly
Until the body is left to decay.
Swam through the deep ends of the ocean
Passed through the halls of fire;
And now here I am standing alone,
Waiting for the funeral pyre.
The sea rises above in challenge,
As the lightning touches the land,
I wait in silence for my ride
And the hourglass fills with sand.
And suddenly,
It comes in a myriad of blue
Swaying with the breeze, diving with the wind
A solitary figure amongst the cottony hue.
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