The Rage of Hope In My Submission

I dream of beasts with hearts of gold
And jaws like ancient mosters told
In tales forgotten long ago
So it goes in my dreams.

I wish for life even now
With hearts so light as though in love
And tears that drip slowly down
Full of joy complete.

I see a flicker in the dark
A candle flame that steals the night
And takes you to a holy place
Where light explodes inside.

So let the demons rage and scream
And let the angel’s trumpets sound
And bring the clash into my dream
And out again to life abound.