NOT DEAD, ONLY SLEEPETH

Not dead, only sleepeth Not dead, only sleepeth fallen to be risen when dawn is dusk and makes Dark fall beyond the stretch of arms set by law when time has no place, no say, no way to turn the days around the hours become ours to take on the shape of the dead Not dead, only sleepeth Not dead, only sleepeth fallen to be risen blurry is the faded memory features of a personality

what comes to mind is the chosen one seeing the Wish as the truth, undoubtfully the forgotten, the forlorn are now being reborn Not dead,only sleepeth Not dead, only sleepeth fallen to be risen would I be recognizable? singing from the grave waiting for the cue to be saved the lock inside has no keyhole but enough room for one weary soul surrounded by soldiers guarding the others, the ones that are Not dead,only sleepeth Not dead,only sleepeth fallen to be risen