Crossing of Souls
by Mike Pollock
The shifting amalgamation, sound and vibrations
Lifting the lid on these old world ministrations.
Their voices are fearless, and filled full of hate
With Desperate intentions they fall through the gate.
Collide in the stars, a sudden dust storm become
A shot across the bow signals peace all but done.
Kaleidoscope arrows of red white and gold
The words from the ancients read “be light and be bold.”
So forth from the third, and into the fourth
A man can do all if he knows his own worth.
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