Constellations Perpetually in Flux

Dust settles weightlessly to the parched desert floor as invisible confines
A makeshift, disintegrated ferry drifts aimlessly in between the muddy, phantom river banks
In the near distance, a vertical cloud covers the pyramids sacred shaft in shadows of despair or disrepair?
Permanent, pockmarked statue guards the toll keeper who collects his two brass coins from the reaper's bountiful divide
The unsteady river of stix grows shallow with weakness as the souls blood tie runs dry
To maintain the mellow flow and lyrical rhythm of the gentle waves that conceal serious consequences
Foggy mists breeze beneath the bone chime gates of eternity
Visions flicker throughout the dull gleam of tiny bloodshot irises
Scythe perfected to razor sharp pinpoint accuracy in wicked reflections
Bounty hunters stalk the fugitive sorceress down from the flinty mountains
She flees not in fear from the inquisitors who want her dead
Her rage threatened to mock her fate hanging in the gallows
Healing the royal maiden and saving get angelic, spiritual aura
Has marked her with the bullseye upon her retreating, hunch back
The stake is ignited with greenest timber to char her remains to obscurity amid the ashes
Promised and foreseen, lifetimes on the crystal ball horizon show her destiny unraveled
Puzzle pieces gradually fall into place flowing in accordance with the decree
Her spirit and essence rise with grateful anticipation of claiming the final victory
Triumph pounds madly with the thunderous beat in her hummingbird's breast
She knows that the outcome of these pathways guide her direction in the deceptive mazes
Doorway glimmers in its illuminated foundation when she steps through the prism's perception
Willows weep soundlessly in the air less void determined to defy
Shelter is evident by the surrounding evergreens ringing the meadow and her stake on fire
Excruciating heat drowns and overwhelms the gasps of her dying last breaths
Cursing onlookers who in morbid fascination, greedily drink her pain down their gullets in kaleidescope attire
She watches as the blackness envelopes the crowd in its icy, velvet embrace
Evaporating their being to revolve in the fading twilight of dusk
Karma is her mistress and her vows are witnessed in those traitorous, malevolent stares if beyond
The map left in her care by the wisdom of knowledgeable extinct ancients
Has left their calling card of mysterious mysteries, only to be deciphered by the silhouetted, enchanted vixen
Her sight lands on the papyrus text hidden beneath the folds of a tattered dress
Gazes lock in recognition of memories shared, before this era;  into eternal years to come
God surrounds His messengers in a hedge of holy, sanctified protection
The Lord holds the blueprints of His ultimate plan, veiled from seen sight
Using even the most unexpected, hardened seeds to plant fields of glory
Repentant idolaters perceive the fools filly experienced in previous attempts
These two soldiers in Angel Armies place their dreams in the Almighty's arms.