From the epitome...

Listen to the angels in heaven sing,
look at them spread their wings,
you won't end with nothing.

Water over stone,
the water of the soul,
the water from the epitome.

Let her untie her laces,
she had ecstatic phases,
she's been places.

Let heaven fall in the wine,
the blood of the gods,
the chalice with its own design.

For my friend, the end isn't the worst,
the end is the pristine water to fulfill life's thirst,
immortality is the biggest curse.

Picture from the net- ( elated.com)