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Screen Composition 1024 x 768
Screen Composition 1024 x 768
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 26.07.12
From judgement the decision is from mortal hands.
Destiny monitored and out of bounds...
The soul is cleansed and destiny perches
And will continue until, end emerges…
Destiny monitored and out of bounds...
The soul is cleansed and destiny perches
And will continue until, end emerges…
Chapter Five
The carousel rotates from slow,
The movie commence …
With music and flow.
The backdrop changes
To familiar lines…
The dialogue is spoken
With no surprise.
As one's lips synchronise…
Each heartbreak, where a tear falls
A black Majestic carries the remorse,
Disappears to the dark shadows and craws…
As witness the countdown
One builds the walls…
Each memory with bars and doors...
The injustices of life in material form
Built from the foundations as when born…
As judged when life on the carousel
Stops turning and The Majestic will bow.
Spruced plumage, a sparkle in eye,
Outstretched wings one take to flight...
Circling the tomb one creates
Through the door s and hesitates…
To amend the soul, to put right,
Or to move on, into the light…
Majestic with plumage as dark as night
Flies through the portal out of sight...
The movie commence …
With music and flow.
The backdrop changes
To familiar lines…
The dialogue is spoken
With no surprise.
As one's lips synchronise…
Each heartbreak, where a tear falls
A black Majestic carries the remorse,
Disappears to the dark shadows and craws…
As witness the countdown
One builds the walls…
Each memory with bars and doors...
The injustices of life in material form
Built from the foundations as when born…
As judged when life on the carousel
Stops turning and The Majestic will bow.
Spruced plumage, a sparkle in eye,
Outstretched wings one take to flight...
Circling the tomb one creates
Through the door s and hesitates…
To amend the soul, to put right,
Or to move on, into the light…
Majestic with plumage as dark as night
Flies through the portal out of sight...
In my dream I close my eyes
Where darkness resides,
An open space, I feel my way,
A wall for guidance, a path embrace.
My imagination compensates
A fairground illuminates.
Through the backdrop
The shadows break.
The black majestic
Perch with grace…
Where darkness resides,
An open space, I feel my way,
A wall for guidance, a path embrace.
My imagination compensates
A fairground illuminates.
Through the backdrop
The shadows break.
The black majestic
Perch with grace…
Artwork reworked by NGW
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