“On the far shore, where old lives abated.
The square-rigged, ship drawn by dragon power,
pulled up to the shallows. She departed
with the souls who’d flown from grave to towers
shining in the sun. Angels gathered there
to welcome all to the Lands of Ever
where no mortal had e’er trod. Whatever
expectations she’d had fled, for never
had she dreamed of a city of angels.
They lined the streets in gleaming robes, waving,
singing, a song that had no ending. Bells
chimed in sweet accompaniment, leading
her deeper into the city, towards
He who began the song with that one chord.
The sixth sonnet in the crown of sonnets I am doing for this week’s Stomp Prompt: soul
Read the first sonnet of the crown of sonnets, Soul Walking, here. Read the second sonnet, Soul Singing, here.
Read the third sonnet, Soul Flying, here.
Read the fourth sonnet, Soul Playing, here.
Read the fifth sonnet, Souls Sailing, here.