My Glorious Friend

Frozen in a lavender sky,
The glowing freelings touched the trees
Someone cracked a barrel of golden soil,
Upon Hell’s ground and under our shaken knees
The peace on earth has long passed ceased,
Life’s just beginning for those who believe
Night catches the last of the light particles,
And greets the dead morning,
As it never seems to rise
“This will be the end”
Said My Glorious Friend
“The end of your torment and toil,
Take my hand to experience the source of this rich golden soil
And bloom, My flower,
Let My Beautiful Son warm and erase your terrible spoil.”