The White Dove

The proper feeding of love
Divides the tide to an everlasting white dove,
Pure land and dark create the sand with spark.

Fear not the end, fear not the start,
For at the end there is no more pain,
The loss of love forever maintains,
Shining doubts are made through windows.

The flying white dove will bring you the end,
Closing the sea of endlessness that defends,
Bringing you to the light of night in which it mends.

Sleep for the day and sleep for the night,
Only the white dove will bring no fear or fright,
And when it calls you, don't fight,
For the white dove brings the end.