My Path to the eighth house

When the lights are dimmed, your vanity and worth the earth consumes, a reckoning preordained I face, but find solace with a sense of grace. Meditate beyond the grave, fly on more than dreams, hold the vision my forthcoming future holds a sheen. A house that is a TARDIS hidden, and deaths dark maze has not forbidden. A promised golden Narnia awaits, as I dissolve, and earthly bonds all dissipate
The treasured strands of memories  are holding fast the anchors leash
Faith to hold not to relapse for deaths it's freedoms grim impact, that house awaits, the afterlife at No 8. But Holy Cow I'm loving that existence now! for it's veil and certainty, a new dawn. Opens tomorrows poems blank new page, eternities unending blackboard, starlight from an angels wings, a feathered quill so erudite. My certainty of aftrerlife