I tried to combine Isle of the Dead with inspiration from a gaming clan called, "deathTouch." Please tell me
what you think I can work on, and do parts not make sense?
I had a dream; all that was beautiful--
All except the lustrous Garden--ruined,
The sun waned and light forever faltered
As the stars paled into oblivion,
The crumbling Moon fell up on the sky
As all that was 'live and green went ablaze,
Glorious cities once festooned in gold
Fell beneath the abyss which circled Earth
Becoming a Rock barren of verdure,
The laws of the Universe failed-truth ceased!
Under the cryptic Moon and starless sky
Shield'd by the raging Sea on an Isle
A Rose bloom'd in its innocent glory.
Rowing calmly through the murky water
Under the darkening night always so,
Approaching closer to the misty shore
As the distant sirens reveal their woe,
Cursed souls screaming above in dismay
Forewarn us of the awaiting horrors
But we row on in total ignorance--
On towards salvation: the Golden Gate .
Lo! Not far ahead there is a light--
A Garden whose joy blazes in fervor
And luscious green could fill the void whole.
Upon arrival a rose bush lay limp
Ecstatically alive glowing blue.
I pluck one which is pure in ev'ry way
Bringing my love before it wilts away,
Then a soaring soul cries out in warning:
"There's no such verity as unfalse hope,
Learn from your mistakes and you shall be spared,
If not, here you shall eternally dwell!"
But in misunderstanding we remained
And rowed toward the upturn'd depths of hell.
We jest in play never seeming to know:
There's a place one cannot go and return
And we are at this place forever so.
Cursed souls crying far up above
Sing in sorrow for our horrific fate,
So when the rose buds curled up and fell
Whose shine was truly fire and not beauty
And thorns pierced our flesh 'till blood poured out
We rowed on slowly with our newfound hate
On past the screams through the closing Gate,
And lift'd up now in full understanding
Dead up above soaring forevermore!
Then I 'woke; all that was earthly depart'd,
Familiar lands became featureless plains,
The Garden had blackened to heaps of ash
Except the rose whose memory still burnt;
The Sun had extinguished and sky emptied
Except the Moon whose fiery fell as rain
That engulfed mankind in its warm bosom;
The ruined cities fell beneath the cracks
Deep into the cataclysms of hell
'Till the Isle itself sunk into the Sea
Draining whole into a massive whirlpool.
When nothing remained,
God the Savior conjured a rose bush;
But as the heavens ruptured He lost hope
And abandoned His Kingdom to chaos.
