Sleepers Wake
In the midnight, moonlit hour
When the feast of sleeper's wake
The song of Athien can be heard
Where silent screams are made
In the moment of resurrection
Time bestills the clock
The time to be broken
The voice to be heard
The gates are to be unlocked
When the body lie still
When eyes do see
The sleeper's wake is heard
Torn is the flesh
Hard are the eyes
She stands for all to see
By the sea of inevitability
She cries
The pretty dancer sings
Her soul a'taken by her scorn
For those in which she feeds
About the Creator
Keisha Manuel
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