Dark Reflection
Swirling dark river,
calling, calling.
Current swift and deep,
falling, falling.
Visions of loved ones,
images precious and dear.
Essence slowly fading,
silence humming, invading.
Sweet peace overcoming,
meaning so clear.
Into obscure, murky depths
tortured soul departs form,
never more to suffer torment
of earthly storm.
But alas, despondent soul,
what if at hell's gate,
imeasurable torment doth await?
One last reflection
of what could be lost,
in this ruinous escape,
is it truly worth the cost?
Copyright © Patricia Prescott | Year Posted 2009
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