Songs Of Candor

Upon the limbs of preparatory, I sit in wait while the winds of clemency come dancing vividly through the grieving portals. My maker swiftly comes to bestow my feathery essence, invigorating my tattered limbs. Renewing my shredded essence, recommencing me to the skies. Swooping and twirling me anew so smoothly through the glossy ethereal skies. Then I shall sing songs of candor while the soft vociferous canticles croon with such gracious wafts, gently lifting me.

Forever I will remain in the arms of the mighty one, in the skies where colossal rivers flow through periwinkle skies sanctioning me wholly, and there I shall fly renewed and imbued with a tinge of the moon’s varnish. For the stars shall weep while eternity rejuvenates my wearied essence, and never more will I feel the thrashes of the dark oracles of the night, never more feel the deathly fingers turning the pages of the dark chronicles of lapse