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WAITING

I- Waiting

Upon a rusty salt dock above the sea,
In the centre of a sad, industrial landscape,
On the fringes of several realities,
Waiting;
The lowly shade is waiting,
For its final homecoming,
Its last sweet place,
Its final consequences,
Under the watchful eyes of Judgement

II- The Fringe of this Reality

A fine silk of rain casts its gloom upon the sad, industrial landscape,
A whisper of wind descends from the obscured heavens,
Though the rain will be turned to acid in the sad, industrial landscape,
And the wind will breeze through no trees,
He is only on the fringe of this reality,
Where the rain cannot touch him,
Nor the wind can caress him in its gentle arms,
This lowly shade can only hope to wait,
For its final homecoming,
Under the watchful eyes of Judgement

III- That Final Bellchime
Waiting,
Is the disembodied shade,
Waiting, for its last sweet place,
Waiting, is the shadow of a man,
Upon the rusty salt dock above the briny sea,
Waiting,
For Charon who poles his boat,
For a chariot of fire,
For an angel from Heaven,
Waiting, waiting,
For its final homecoming,
The last sweet place,
The final straw,
Waiting for sweet Death

Description
WAITING

I- Waiting

Upon a rusty salt dock above the sea,
In the centre of a sad, industrial landscape,
On the fringes of several realities,
Waiting;
The lowly shade is waiting,
For its final homecoming,
Its last sweet place,
Its final consequences,
Under the watchful eyes of Judgement

II- The Fringe of this Reality

A fine silk of rain casts its gloom upon the sad, industrial landscape,
A whisper of wind descends from the obscured heavens,
Though the rain will be turned to acid in the sad, industrial landscape,
And the wind will breeze through no trees,
He is only on the fringe of this reality,
Where the rain cannot touch him,
Nor the wind can caress him in its gentle arms,
This lowly shade can only hope to wait,
For its final homecoming,
Under the watchful eyes of Judgement

III- That Final Bellchime
Waiting,
Is the disembodied shade,
Waiting, for its last sweet place,
Waiting, is the shadow of a man,
Upon the rusty salt dock above the briny sea,
Waiting,
For Charon who poles his boat,
For a chariot of fire,
For an angel from Heaven,
Waiting, waiting,
For its final homecoming,
The last sweet place,
The final straw,
Waiting for sweet Death