Final trumpet calling
as the kingdoms come collide
through the gnashing darkness
moon and stars have realigned
In the midnight gardens
shades do mourn and souls project
through a dawn where light is gone
and hearts and hopes neglect
Night to filter in begin
and truths become the known
pass from here to where unclear
ourselves but not alone
Hidden stars and constellations
correlation of reflection
looking through that shaded hue
words heard in life's inflection
Still they hide where dreams invite
to echo world's divide
final trumpet calling
as the kingdoms come collide
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