Funeral For a Lost Soul Lafayette Cemetary, just outside of Sirius Kansas,.October 29th 1783 . In a time when the dead were feared and superstition was the ruling sense of all folk who dwelt in this age,the graveyard where the dead would lay was placed far off in the plains of the wilderness, far from the glare of town and village evening torches. Lonley souls who were buried here half awakened by the night, prayed to the light of the moon ,waxing or waning, while they dream the eternal dream. The sea of stars above bring dark to the horizon. Twilight hour, the blinding light fades swallowed away by the western world, unvieled is the portal window to the universe above. Many creatures surrender to fatigue and disappear into the realm of their dreams.The vibe changes in the airs and other creatures of a diffrent making can feel free to peek out into the world. Funeral For a Lost Soul Lafayette Cemetary, just outside of Sirius Kansas,.October 29th 1783 . In a time when the dead were feared and superstition was the ruling sense of all folk who dwelt in this age,the graveyard where the dead would lay was placed far off in the plains of the wilderness, far from the glare of town and village evening torches. Lonley souls who were buried here half awakened by the night, prayed to the light of the moon ,waxing or waning, while they dream the eternal dream. The sea of stars above bring dark to the horizon. Twilight hour, the blinding light fades swallowed away by the western world, unvieled is the portal window to the universe above. Many creatures surrender to fatigue and disappear into the realm of their dreams.The vibe changes in the airs and other creatures of a diffrent making can feel free to peek out into the world. This ghost sat formless and still in the starry sky, hardly real created from the weak unresting soul trapped in the earth below.It's presence seemed not formed in this world , barely real in the one beyond,soon to be scattered away as the ghost of winds of the ones already blown through would follow and consume his very essence like an insignificant puff of air. Suddenly his being crossed the beams of shards of starlight shining in an unearthly brilliance.Still a millenium of lifetimes away these distant beams from this distant star by an unseen miricle projected it's very essence to this ghost of a dream. His very existence began to take little specks of form and life in our physical world. As soon as he was with the faintest bits of form ,as quick as it began, the wild winds in the night sky were able to take him and sweep him away. He did not scatter apart as he feared but flew with the stream of flying leaves across the empty plains of the night. In the distance a structure of some sort held it's own faint glow in the darkness.An Electric Church it was that was drawing the wind strait to it, taking him. He fell to the center of it's massive stained glass window and found himself upon an altar.As only his darkness filled eyes could see ,the faintest shards of starlight were like brilliant torches shining through the stained glass window above of the Electric Church As it was his existence and very essence to be the ghost of a dream, he had one purpose of his entire being. He sent with all his being prayers of the dreamer who made him as he basked in the beams of the distant heavens. Outside, this long ago abandoned Church, forgotten in the land of the dead has had it's first form of life make the first prayer within these walls in centuries.As it was once named the Electric Church, the spark of an awakened spirit compells a bolt of fierce energy to ignite it's faint glow. The glow now spreads it's energy and ignites the land with color and light.A message vibrates now with pulsing intensity in the form of electric melodies through the darkness of the night, throughout this vast land of the dead. The bells of the Electric Church chime quickening the heart and stirring the soul as all who hear the enhantment of the electric music are awakened from their dismal dreams of uninspired stagnation. The bells of the Electric Church chime and the songs of inspiration ring in the winds of the starry night sky............ Lafayette Cemetary, the land had taken on life..... Lightning fierce and free strikes hard , charging the earth. It seeks that which is like itself, being such as itself, in this vast forgotten graveyard, a soul imprisoned by their death, year after year....... draining his eternity. He is like lightning, restless , feirce, and intense.Trapped in the earth all this time has only built his fury and it was quickened as the bolt charged down , reminding him of the first spark of life long ago missed. He is compelled to break free. He is uncontainable and must be free. As the ghost of a dream gains life through starlight and prayer, so the soul of the dreamer himself, he is awakened...............