Poem: Heaven's Exit

What a way to go;
Clothed beneath the nude;
A path pale, long ago;
What a way to cry;
To utter heavily, Goodbye.

What a way to go;
Musketeers begin crude;
A route below, Bell bellows;
What a way to sigh;
To clatter verily up high.

What a way to go;
An icon, an archaic build;
Thy light hallow, others follow;
What a way to fly;
Rest in peace, yet I cry...


By:
Beryl Ace

*Dedicated to Late Justus Esiri*