The Night

A poem about someone experience a positive fantasy death at night time.

My soul sings to the white pearl moon
And night fairies dance in the sparkling stars
In the distance, elves are strumming their guitars
The doves are singing softly with magic sitars
Thus, the sweet sound almost made me swoon

This soft song goes beyond
The blackend night and soars
Through heaven's doors and spawned
The angels down in scores
Thus, singing in beautiful bond

My soul sings
As angels come
By night swings
The doves hum
Thus, white wings

Are mine
Quiet night
Fairies flight
Elves smite
Thus, divine