19 For Those To Follow

 

She raised her left arm across her body towards the blinds and opened the window wide. The leaves of the maple tree before her, golden mixed with bright green veins, the edges withering away hung in mid air while others had already taken their final flight towards earth. The old witch crow stepped through the window naked at her feet she skimmed the grounds and all the airs. She moved to the right and there she dove deep into the pool where the water grows. The coral to left was ever moving slowly, adjustments in time she swam on by to the place where the screams had stopped from the fire that had reigned once there. 

The old witch crow moved smoothly under the water to the place of old where the fire had reigned. The entry was alway where it was into the place where the walking dead talk. Above her a solid roof of stone she could see up and through the water, ahead the old place of chains and docks, she wondered if it would be old stale air that greeted her. It had been long in time and space since she had traveled to this place. 

There it was the place of old where the fire had reigned, the old witch crow moved from the water to the air with a glide then a strike she placed her self amidst their plight. There they were, all these dead, wondering why they wander in their stead. On the walls reaching high to the ground were colourful once shiny stone depictions of the stars they once could see in the night sky. 

A plea they hummed in unison the time of naught was about near. 

The old witch crow heard the hummmmm, it touched her matter all around, their plea to be with one. Her stake was not with them but with the few that had heard the queue. She let those with the hummmmm go to wander in their stead in the place where the fire had reigned, for naught they were even in the time of the dead. 

Harvesting of the 19 souls that had heard the queue she sang them a sweet tune, it seems there was hope for thee

Here it is 

here is the way

The hardened heart to God is not the way

mans justice though must be made

on terra here for all to See

Hold on to God

feel the flow

through the smoke

Go up to earth 

and seize the just right

with Gods favor you move

unchained and unbound

it's time to show

Gods ways abound

The old witch crow had far to go as she watched the smoke revolve around her. Spin she did as she sung her tune also one of the earth, moon, stars, and sun. Back in time she dived through space to the place where she sat with some old ways. Through the waters she walked upon her head to reach for the stars in the time of dread. Golden links they would throw, down to earth for those to know to hold on tight for the show.