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
Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010
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