Living Angel.

I walked towards the tune of a harp that should be golden.
I harked these unseen peaceful tunes.
Tunes that drifted abhor away,
Spoke to me.

I lifted my hand to the Heavens,
And watched it grow bright.

"Sunny Alight, close to Almighty"
Is what the tunes sung in my ears.
"Follow our sound."

I walked the feilds,
I stumbled through the forestations,
I swam across many rivers
And that sound led me to a villege.
In the east.
 
The angels never stopped singing.
The golden harp never stopped playing.
Not with my golden hand

I weild with my sword to protect the village of the sun.