Given are we, a vessel of our own, whilst waiting with valor.
Transporting a soul in to the unknown to let our hearts soar.
With strife and discord we bow down; repenting our hearts once more.
What was lost will soon be found hiding behind a closed door.
Enchanted are we in the vessel of life; haunted with memories alike.
Pain and sorrow we have met searching for the crux of life.
Enlighten we yearn; a flame will burn, in silence it will strike.
Once before, and many more, we must stand where fear is rife.
Sights and sounds are only found in the depths of the blackened night.
Enchanted are we, with vessels of life, set to seek out the plight .
©2018
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Terri-lyne Gedanitz
I am an Author and Casting Director
I do not write of happy endings or blissful love with no drama, horror or thrill.
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