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.
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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