The Truth Unveiled - Ancient

An innocent little girl

Hungry for wisdom

But she searches in places so unsafe

Unaware, and uncautious

A dark and rainy, Sunday afternoon

At the misty field, over the hill

She’s walking alone, on her own little paths

Knowing nothing of what this day will bring

As she is standing by the pond

Her eyes catch a glimpse

Of a shiny, white shape

Heart beating faster now, as she approaches the form

Nervous but helplessly drawn

To see what’s before her eyes

As she’s coming closer, she’s struck with fear

Before her feet, lies an angel, bleeding!

Her wings torn, asunder

Like a helpless prey

Consumed by a vicious beast!

Her figure drenched in blood

Seeming nearly, human

As she is lying there

Like a helpless victim

As she gaze into her eyes

A voice from beyond enter her mind

A frightening tale of the final truth

A tale from the land of the dead