Night has fallen, the winds they blow,
In the distance He sees a candle glow,
Lonely hours, resounding steps,
Death wades into darkness, smile on His pale lips.
Cruel and cold, heartless but bold,
He spends His life in search of souls.
Because, no one knows His story,
Everyone hates Him more,
He has seen the glories,
His name has made legends roar,
Death is the truth that lives on,
Death is another name of Faith,
In the darkest hours, God's light through Him has shone,
Chaperone of the tired souls, His name is Death.
On the death bed, a man lay still,
Wailing woman blaming Him for the kill,
Voices shrill, echoes of pain,
Consequences of His duties on His cold heart rain.
Cruel and cold, heartless but bold,
He spends His life in search of souls.
Because, no one knows His story,
Everyone hates Him more,
He has seen the glories,
His name has made legends roar,
Death is the truth that lives on,
Death is another name of Faith,
In the darkest hours, God's light through Him has shone,
Chaperone of the tired souls, His name is Death.
Into the dark night, He sets out again,
More abuses and pain are part of the gain,
Frees from bondage, frees from the worldly snares,
Heaven or Hell he leaves them there.
Cruel and cold, heartless but bold,
He spends His life in search of souls.
Because, no one knows His story,
Everyone hates Him more,
He has seen the glories,
His name has made legends roar,
Death is the truth that lives on,
Death is another name of Faith,
In the darkest hours, God's light through Him has shone,
Chaperone of the tired souls, His name is Death.
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Versed with Life
PoetryThis book contains a collection of twenty poems dealing with the essence of life. My poems in this book depict the lessons life demonstrates in front of our eyes but which we either fail to perceive or choose to ignore. Jacky Robinson rightly said...
