Dreamers
The old book claimed
That in the latter end
Fire would rain
The old men would dream
The young see visions
I sleep long lately
Now that visions dim
In every gathering cloud
I see Angels descending
But the flames fade
To a soft purple glow
No celestial creatures
Tonight
I sheath the sword
Set it beside the night stand
The man talking
Says he saw them
I think he's misleading
As I drift away
the dreams begin
Burning fiery.
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