Final Peace

In a world of boundless wonder
Amidst crashes of silent thunder
Metal birds collapse in the night
Exploding in orgasmic light.

When an enemy becomes a friend
And broken hearts begin to mend,
Special magic is seen through prying eyes
Offering excitement, even paradise.

Worshiping themselves with ceremonial souls;
The sacred wrappings begin to decompose.
You take your last breath with swallowed pride
Into heartfilled peaceful slumber coming from inside.

Scott Ransopher