From the Earthen Embrace

From the Earthen Embrace

From the Earthen embrace,
their spirits now soar,
far above the shackling surface
of pain, suffering, and bleak possibility.

The cruelest angels ripped away,
suckling babes from mothers' arms,
even when their love refused to bow-
against the void of death.

Silence can breed darkness and cold,
feeding on the misconceptions of fear.
Who would dare hide warm tales of yore,
with the last promises of Sunlight.

Do you wish for others to suffer?
Why is it you scream their names?
Is it you who wish to call them back to pain,
or will you simply forget them if you didn't.

Blaming oneself,
is the mark of desperation,
hoping to find answers in pale wanting,
was it truly too soon?

From the Earthen embrace,
they now roam free -
night is no longer haunting
and despair can no longer intoxicate.

Never could promises slake,
the thirst and reverence of their names
you can swear to hear a wistful voice
on the empty breeze.

From the Earthen embrace,
life was cut from the loam,
and the pain of loss,
won't let a spirit garner peace.

But no matter the scorn and cries,
or the screams that echoed the skies-
nothing can bring them back,
even if the Earth could reach to Heaven.