The Tempest

Help the dead for they hear
Walking in dreams across the land
This a promise from a seer
Leaving footprints upon the sand

The screams at night from afar
Through the third plane across time
Years of tears draw a scar
For the missing and sublime

There the young girl sickly
For toxins in blood swirl
As evil ghost and sneer wickedly
Upon her locks and even curl

The tempest brings his magic now
With sword he lay upon her breast
Until a sword touches 'brow
For sins across the earth as lest

Help the dead see and return
To their rightful place of birth
From the ashes in God's urn
Upon the days of time and myrth