Spirit world, land of energy
Where the flow of life grows,
Time is eternal, for life, Is but a seedling
Nurtured,
Refined,
Purity,
The soul grows,
Caretakers of a place where form in fluid
Changing,
Transparent but always there,
But in every place there is a ****,
It tries to
Infest,
Ravage,
Manifest,
To taint that which is pure,
Gain a foothold In a place of spirits and souls
But the Caretaker of old finds them,
Burns the corruption out
And to hell once again goes that soul,
This place of purity,
A haven for souls to flourish,
Seedlings grow
To that point
They become a new life,
So many choices,
Then the journey starts anew.