A herald's vision

I'll let the Earth whisper,
Her desires to me,

For I'll never ignore your phantasy,
Of being entangled,
By two thorns,
In which the Elixir emanated,
Is such a manifest,
Of how three beings interact,
To represent the Trinity's work;

Despite the Heartless cry in silence,
After harvesting a red rose;

I have come to unite the candles,
Before the Torch flickers;
As well as to purify the sheets,
Before rituals begin;

Despite the Lover wishes,
To live in a purple church,
To learn,
How a hieroglyphic smiles;

I have come to heal statues,
From their blindness,
For they may know,
How even a stone is able,
To be turned into an altar,
If they're willing to give up,
Their plastic nails,
And see beyond their Own,
To realize,
There is a golden Arch,
They can go across;

So,
May my hand write a prophesy,
To fulfill your prayers!

When two bodies are truly embraced;
There is one Dove arising,
A red petal,
Through each one's veins!