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As one, we crossed the bridge of gales,
In shadows, we raised our samite sails,
While winds about us sighed and burned
As sea and sky were overturned.

With sea above, our course was set.
In Heaven below, our hearts were met.
In our ears, honeyed songs did ring:
With gilded notes upon a moonlit string.

Stars about, and spheres between—
The void, a storm of realms serene.
Caressed by light, we said goodbye
To our prayers ensnared within the sky.

And past the veil, the sirens sang—
From the towers, the bells in terror rang,
And they called to us, while all of Heaven burned
“At last! The Kings of Death have returned!”

The world behind, merely a shell
Of cadaverous stench and flames of Hell.
In that land we shall raise no more
The soul of Man and his Brother War.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle