Don'T Fear the Reaper

Black Angels search As the world turns to grey In soulless march For their soulful prey They congregate from places Never heard of in many years To wallow in their carnage Spreading their demonic fears Spirited from the underworld The blackened depths of Hades Diminishing the light above Leaving earth in deathly shade Skeletal marching soldiers Empty of life and soul Desperate to spread their black As the brightness takes the toll The worlds in need of saviour A light to shine through soon No longer can we rely On our sun, or our moon A journey must be made To free us from this plight A White Angel to be found To turn this wrong to right To Serbia heroes travel Mileseva Monastery reached As they stand in front of a fresco An Angel beside Christ's feet The mentioning of these words Myrrh-bearers on Christs grave The fresco starts to glow Is this the light that saves For the heroes standing there Their bodies absorb the light For in their hearts they know They are the savours of our plight Messengers now on their travel Different journey's they partake Don't fear the Reaper For his light will re-awake http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss2.php