The Fleeting Shadow

The fleeting shadow Lurks in the dark murky meadows It watches in the distance At the walking figure Of a lonely fellow The young fellow hinds his steps As he smells the putrid odor Of ancient death As old as the vindictive serpent He is the vagrant dead one It was born in the Land Between Rivers It peers into the young fellow’s soul And makes his spine quiver But the fellow knows of the ether And it’s Divine Creator He has studied the sacred writings Knows of the Almighty Power That can strike you down like lightning He knows of a heavenly brimstone fire That consumes all evil Of those that speak with evil tongues The Breath of Life Will abandon their lungs The young fellow casts his head down And whispers a prayer He had learnt form the great scriptures A majestic angel appears Carrying a bejeweled scepter And walks beside the lonely fellow As he walks out of the dark murky meadows The lurking shadow flees At the sight of the angel’s Golden halo