He was clothed in white
But in his sight
All he could see was the night
A faded glow of what was once a halo that hung from his weary head
The red pool that surrounds him
detracts from the Love around him
It goes unnoticed
I suppose it's.... his heart
it cannot part from the past
It cast a shadow on his light
Though the light is still on, it's not bright
But it glimmers
and in the slight shimmer
he can see an image
An image of a man clothed in white
The fight finished
Not a blemish to be found
The sound of angels resound
He's come home
The home he did not know he'd even left.
He takes a breath....
a breath that seemed to be his very first....
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