He stood by the bridge in the stillness of the night
knowing that it was time to cross into his dream world
he looks at his hands and they glow in the darkness
the time has come for him to step bravely forward

Angels of light line his path and bow to him
and with each step he takes they call him majesty
he holds his hands out for them to touch
each one in turn lower their heads and start to cry

His cloak of silver and black that drags upon the ground
does make every step he takes turn to silver and gold
this communion of the kind holy and true
starts every Angel he passes to sing to his glory

As he reaches the middle of the crossing
he stops, and slips his hand into his pocket
then from within he produces five red roses
and casts them into the water that runs fast

By the keystone he kneels and starts to pray
looking up to the heavens he vows to be all he has to be
and as stars wink in the firmament
he walks bravely to the other side.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
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