Arcadia

My light feathered feet
Flow across the dulcet clouds
It seems like angelic accord
Away from the darkened shrouds

The harmonious laughter of heaven
Beckons me into their divine azure
Its mystical discern of alchemy
As I promised not to say a word

While the aurora of their spirits
Swarmed my unredeemed soul
I forsaken my somber life
Disdaining that I had lost control

Their concinnity of sympathy
Enthroned my vitality of tenor
Deviation of pure aptitude
My mortality imbrued on the alter

Bemused in the inconscient of night
Genially radiant in the wake of day
The sentiment of a relinquished being
Altered in a discrete diversity

Amid the divide of vigor and decease
Lies the revered memoir of her entity
The dissipated life uncouth in vile waste
Seeks the avenging reprisal dementedly

For those who come forth into the horizon
Shall reminisce the anguish of her torment
Apprehending the past and prevailed intricacy
That now she possesses a immortal soul