Midnight's dreary hour is now upon you as you stand alone, weeping, in the misty cemetery.
From beneath the grave, souls from times long past briefly escape their sullen bondage as they soar above the empty space of loneliness they inhabit with great pain.
They have come for you! Your life on Earth is now complete and it's time for you to join them. Child, your destiny is calling and must not be denied!
Speak to me oh seeker of Death! What has brought you to the Gates of my Kingdom? Please, do not be frightened. You are one of us and we, in turn, are a likeness of yourself.
Now, loosen those cruel shackles that bind your heavy limbs to the cold, hard Earth and follow us on a journey through infinite Time and Space! Higher, farther and much faster the spirit travels on the peaceful wings of freedom!
Rejoice Oh Phantom's of the Night, that touch the blind and give them sight! Life is but a nightmare that we cannot fight and only after the flame is extinguished, will we finally see the burning light!
O, Gatekeeper of Death, I wish to thank thee for thy wondrous gift, and though the Sands of Time may sift, our bleeding Hearts will always beat as one! Till All Time is Midnight and there is no more Sun!
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
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