Before the pharaohs ruled the world
She watched lightning flash through the blowhole
Of an ancient whale
She saw riders fall from the clouds like snow
She spoke to me from out of the
darkness
A prompter whispering from off stage
She cued me to my longing
I confessed I was trapped in a kind of cage
She said her name was Heaven
There was magic in what she said
She spoke to me from out of the darkness
As I walked beneath the shadows of the dead
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