Reserved 2005 onward, United Kingdom
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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