Edge of Oblivion-a poem

Have you ever seen
The edge of oblivion?
Some of you may say yes.
Others no.
The truth is we’ve all seen it.
Just some a little closer than others.

Let me refreshify your memory.
It’s a sheer, smooth obsidian cliff
From where many a soul has plummeted.
There are traces of red inside the obsidian.
It could be rubies, or it could be fire embers.
Not even those who jumped could tell you.

Everyone sees this particular edge.
But there is one better than Oblivion,
It’s known as the edge of Serenity.
Sad to say, few today know about it.
If you’ve never seen it
Let me show you.

Let me introduce you.
It’s a sheer, smooth white pearl cliff
From where many a soul has given over control
There are traces of green inside it,
It could be emeralds, it could be a new kind of cactus.
Those who go climbing there could tell you.

And at the bottom of the cliff
Across the sea of glass,
Is the great white city
With streets of gold,
Never ending worship
And the greatest king ever.

If you’re interested,
Let me show you the way.
Better yet, I’ll walk with you there.
And who knows
Maybe we’ll meet some other stranded folks.
And show them the way from the edge of Oblivion.