Emma's p.o.v
Safe in the care of angels,
Dawn held her breath. She
waited for you to embrace
her. She wanted you to
give her a chance. She
wanted you to dance
with her into the night.
Chasing life, you were
wiser beyond your years.
You carried an invincible
wooden cross. You still
blossomed like an Iris
though. You never
encountered
strife until you were
stabbed with a gutter
knife. Someone
sounded off the alarm
inside your mind. I
looked for you again
among the stars,
roses, and thornbushes.
I wished to see your face
in the place, but you were
hard to find as usual.
Building suspense, our
three hours without the
sun. It was a sudden
unexpected relapse and
collapse, but turned out
to be a really beautiful
solar eclipse. Passing
through like a old good
friend, you were a candle
in the wind. You chose
Calvary over Earth, your so
called temporary home.
Who knew these past few days
were the beginning of
the end? Who knew
everything would never
be the same again after
you ascended into heaven?