Halo: A Poem of Life
Wanderers emergent through a maze
Of shadows, piercing clouds of fallen days
Bending on waves in configurations
Woven spindles of conflagration
Streams of tainted incandescence
Crystalline segments of cinnabar essence
Broken fragments of what should be said
Upon commencement of raising the dead
Eternity opens to where tomorrow stands
I caught your breath in the palm of my hand
Dipped in a blaze of evening inferno
Depths of splendor flicker to life in a halo
