Separated by firefliesWhen you’re gone there is a rip in my reality,Separated by fireflies by SailorCross
a black hole where you were standing, eating at my soul.
Red flames become the wood, providing warmth
with small fairies of fire loving all who feed them.
The hungry beasts will never cease
to be what it desires.
I’m always colder than the driest of ice,
wishing in wells to be whole once again.
Desolate and alone, lost in a desert of my own making,
shivering against the apples of the sun.
Violets reach out for butterflies in love,
mold creeps away, waiting for the last flicker to die,
letting it flourish in the dark,
while I beat against the torrents of wind.
It’s always like this, when you’re gone;
since I am always missing you.
The PremonitionHurry, we must ascend the golden stairs.The Premonition by SailorCross
Because it is time, the only answer.
A man standing there,
No older than 33, hoist me up
With His open hand. Such calm eyes,
I know I’m safe now.
Clear gold stairs, with wisps of clouds
Protect the Pearls of Heaven.
Light warm and gentle like a sunny day.
Hurricane forced wind as blood descends,
A fresh coating of blood stains the stairs
Echoes the devil’s strike.
A new line forms at Saint Peter’s gate.