Those lights he said are the souls of the dead
Flying the skies like birds in formation
Migrating from this world to that without anything but
A whispered wing beat to guide them
Through mists and time, dawn to dusk they go through the veil
Of twisted time and bravery stopped them repeating
So they shine their coloured expanse above in
Fantastical colours speaking silently of magical powers
We cower hiding our eyes so the gods are not angered
Except for the one who cannot tear their eyes away
I watch through fingers and pretend to have fear
Though I feel only majestic colours dancing in front of me
Around me and I wish I could tell what I saw
But the lights are on show if you open to see
Look through fingers if you dare maybe tell nobody
You will marvel silently at what they show you
The elders of before
As they light up the shadows
Ailsa
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