Every Sunday no matter rain or shine
I head to the hilltop to visit your shrine
my arms full of your favourite flowers
the ones you loved in April showers

I lay them down on your tomb
and tell you I will be with you soon
far too long have I been without you
forget you my love, I would never do

Your love was unending and pure
and I have an army just to your name
all soon will be joined in mighty energy
this is for the dire defeat of you

How long have I trekked for you
did all that you wanted me to do
your smile from cold blue skies
in puffy clouds you did bow

It comes in all forms the winter storm
and by your glory I have many forms
now it's time to turn my attack
vengeance of truth, I will hit them back


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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