A Haunting In The Sky

A holy spirit high in the sky.
Cloaked in white and burning strong.
The stars vanish beneath its light.
The moon, transparently, lingers on....

The sunflowers sway to see it's face.
Unaware are the simpletons.
The reign that drenches us is bright.
The chariot of Apollyon.

It's umbrella is a godly might.
As it densely rages on.
Helios sits alone at the top.
The nobles are it's throne.

He casts out, conquering,
Hypnotic, negative spikes.
That weak minds must condone.

Zombies are his children.
His mouth is their home.
Everyday they pray to be forgiven.
For things they've never done.

They faithfully await.
For Cupid's trumpet moan.
The blackest hole at the top.
A cap that hasnt blown.

A lonely god. The facade.
A city of silicone.
That devours all it claims to love.
The only story ever known.

The holy spirit passing by.
So gloriously its shone.
Creeping around day and night
Imprisoned and disowned.