Swift Cometh Death Angel, Far, Far, So Far Too Soon

From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon
Over roaring waves, across earth's glitter-dome seas
It flew by shattering tops of tall oak trees.

Before dawn's rays breaking, and morning breeze curled
Amidst the raging blackness of this savage world
Bitter end for he that never love forsaking
Death in invisible heaving breast came a'raking.
He there falling as a shadow passing away
In the distance she crying, as she knelt to pray.

Therein was no blood letting, just a dying moan
His life was battles and betting, he in a blink gone
Sky began a'tearing, raindrops splattering ground
As she had long been fearing, he died hell-bound
With rosy bosom heaving, she sought death's sweet touch
Earth she prayed to be leaving, his death, too much
Thunder began clapping, black clouds heading her way
She heard Styx's waves lapping, soon at his feet she lay.

From purple-crested heavens down to golden moon.
Swift cometh death angel, far, far, so far too soon.

R. J. Lindley, 3-22- 1979
Dark Rhyme, ( When Sunny Skies Have Fled )


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