Land of Peace

Noir

And maybe when the sun sets,
And casts it's glow over silver wings.
We all shall see,
The purity in things.

But until that day,
I beckon forth.
The sweet morning rays,
of the day come forth.

And I see them fly upon silver wings.
To freedom and hope,
Among other things.
Across the ocean,
Across the tides.

To a land of peace,
Where angels reside.

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Author's Note: Constructive critisim please, I am trying something different in my stories. I suppose I am growing tired of the blood and gore note. So I am going to be attempting peace and tranquil stories. With some adventure, but not so much horror. o.O;