Opal Of The Stream Beneath The Hills

It was and shall ever remain

As distant as the stars

For the darker planes and us

Lie and sin embrace beauty

Together and alone are one

Of hope and destiny

Foretold of the symbol

Brought forth by wings

And carried to the land

Beneath the hills

It's opaque vibrations

Mesmerize and reveal

A reflection of heaven

Those prophetic ones

Standing amongst age old trees

And their monuments

So great is the power

Those ancient woods shall prevail