Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Final night

A sudden bout of sadness falls upon

Where it is from whence it came

And temporary bliss that is gone

The earth it is just all the same


For why a man to live in fear

Of that an inevitable thing

As the cold pain of wait does seer

An approach and ruin they bring


The angels of death on steeds of white

Their crowns the red as human blood

And mouths the song of victims plights

Their step filled in otherworldly mud


Their caress as harsh as a thorn entwine

And some soft as a lovers touch

The difference is of influence benign

In fate of a soul dreading such


Bereaved of form the angels loom

Yet gaining in hold and might

Their words the tales of impending doom

That whisper in the cold dark night


And In finality to loose and surrender

Life, the glowing light in darkness cast

To a divine plan and a hope of splendor

Where mere pain and sadness lay surpassed

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