Sickness passed through the land of souls.
Razor strikes of blades cutting the once flourishing artistic minds down to a skeleton
An unfair ritual flashed to action by the Reaper as he was demanding payment for such beings to cross his bridge.
A hefty toll.
Such prices were paid as the best fell and the rising were starving as they sank in despairs quicksands.
However weakened by this nasty storm
Many more artistic, brave, and caring souls rose up and challenged this "troll" on his bridge..
Clashing swords and knocking down the sentry
These, us, brave warriors won passage and to the brighter and more flourishing of futures and days
Over and through this bridge
We earned our entry
We are an army
Bound together in common grounds
Fused together by our hot welds of heart
Open eyes to the other and more hopeful grasses with a sun blasting on the other side
Of this blackened grounds of current despair and grounds of thorns of hopelessness
We waged a fight, onward, and creating an energy that created a force to carry all through to a land of true self and Thankfulness.
Grabbing the hands as those who were sinking
Dying due to letting go to doubt
We lifted them up
Through the lights that warmed them through our hot and kind vibrant glowing souls of truth and hope...
We are now on such grounds of bright futures and well earned peaceful and relaxing areas
as we watched the Grim Reaper Sink in his own words of vile disease and hateful *****
As he grabbed for leverage to pull himself free to finish what he had started
However, due to the evil that he stands for, no one bothered to through him a survival rope