Smokescreen

Angel wings cover the warped wreckage of time,
Listening to the echoes of the painted mime.
Pirates of purgatory loom above the steel warship,
Loading the pearl handled pistol with sandalwood grip.
Navigating the cosmos of ribs past to bury your heart,
Trusting the visions vapored in the misty start.
Skull and crossbones traverse the plains of Sharon,
Seeking the ancient relic of forbidden polished bloodstone.
Armies encamp upon the hills at the throne of battles,
Dimensions of the pyramid capture the hidden chapel.
Arches of the stairway tower to the gates of redemption,
Guiding the prism of rainbows towards the ascension.
Archangel will travel into the witches golden halo,
Constellations spiral the siren towards Draco.
Hidden matrix converges into the carousel of the calliope,
Oracle vanishes to the tune of Stonehenge's decree.