On The Morrow Poem by (De Va)

To write my soul upon the paper
as I wander with the shaper
Through the mist of time
Along the banks of the River Rhine
I hold his hand in mine
The atmosphere holding fine

We travel down into the darkness
The shaper and his sharpness
Where he shifts into the daemon
For the shaper is a shaman
And he gets us through the gates of hell
To find the lost one imprisoned in a shell

We travel through the smoke unnoticed
Finding one who has showed us
The shells of those unjustly imprisoned
A soul in hell who as become brazened
And found a reason to free the souls
Who were wrongly taken by the ghouls

I walked along with the shaman
Oddly, under branches of the Zamon
Around the shells of imprisoned souls
Looking for weakness or open holes
To free the innocent of the prison
So from their hell they could be risen

Around the shells we did wander
As the puzzle we did ponder
To open cages with no visible doors
Soon the daemon found the hidden scores
He chanted loudly the druid magic
If he fail it would be tragic

Slowly cracking the shells did open
While inside the tragic souls were hoping
For the freedom so highly desired
The imprisoned so forlorn and tired
Freedom came as last as shells crumbled
From the fragments they quickly stumbled

The shaper formed around them, a shroud
We floated from the depths within a cloud
Passing by the keeper of hell's gate
Ne'er knowing of his coming fate
When hell would find the brazen escape
Of the souls saved by the one who changed shape

Then in the distance we saw Kazan
The city that was newly emblazoned
Decorated for its risen valor
In the rescue of those whose pallor
Has gone awry in all the upheaval
Caused by the ardent evil

A shroud upon the land did appear
As all were courageous, none in fear
And the war was now begun with hell
Because the shaman's quest did avail
Invasion of the world by souls of evil
Brought us to this days upheaval