Longingly, he waits
Memories flood his eager mind
Anger fills his blackened chest
He waits for her call
Roots stretched from Hell
His tree stands sentinel
Twisted and plump
They wait for her call
Hooves razor-sharp
Red eyes blazing among the blackest fur
His horse counts the seconds, the minutes
It counts until she calls
Finally
They feel it, lurching for freedom
Emerging now from the depths
He’s ready for the hunt
He seeks the head
He stops the heart and suddenly
He has returned
He waits for her call
O’ Angel of mercy
Wait
Do not take her away yet
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Her body is still warm
Her soul still lingering
I have to say
A million things
I have to show her
A million dreams
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
She has yet to hug me
She has yet to love me
Her hand on my head
Her breath on my cheek
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
My heart cries
For her warmth
My life cries
For her strength
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
Her immense love
Which gathered
Me to her
Is yet to be felt
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Give me a chance
O’ Angel of mercy
Give me a chance.
By-Tahera Mannan
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It was over in a flash,
It was so sudden,
No one could see or believe,
What had happened,
She went to heaven that day,
People mourned for her death,
The bruises all over her body,
The cause was from meth,
Her mom was out of control,
She shot up eight times that night,
Blaming her for why her dad left,
It was a horrible sight,
Her body flew against the wall,
Fallind down and lifeless on the floor,
She was kicking and screaming,
The neighbors hear the sound and came in the door,
The mom was sentenced to life in prison,
Her little girl had to pay,
The price for her mom's problem,
She soared to heaven that day,
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