R.A. Marschall Poet Triolet

Angel of Death 1

The lighting, it was over-bright
When the Angel of Death took each to his door.
Deadening our senses and enrapturing our sight,
The lighting, it was over-bright.
As we approached death's door on this terrifying twelfth night;
Lives flashing before us like waves to the shore.
The lighting, it was over-bright
When the Angel of Death took each to his door.

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R.A. Marschall June 23, 2016 at 9:10 PM Thank you! I meant to enter this as a Triolet. I have made change and also revised the write. Please read my "Angel of Death - Contest"