BLACK ANGEL
Death I have touched, Cold chill to the bone,It has walked upon my grave, Yet I am not yet dead,
Death I have seen in your eyes, Pleading with me for life,
But with a stroke of a pen, I could end it all,
Embraced in the dark wings my fears revealed,
Black angel of death has descended
Disturbing visions I see, A world left with out me,
Desolate winds blow upon a plain, Barren,
My soul exposed, My life in shadow, My worth?
To pull back the curtain, See the final act,
We have exposed ourselves for what we are,
What we have done, We take no blame,
Yet by no means are we innocent,
The curtain slowly closes, The final act is over,
Black angel of death takes a bow........
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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