Death's Wrath

Thee of spirit
thee of skin
take me from
this life of sin

I'll take thy hand
and follow thee
to where Death
waits for me

shadow silent
shadow stalk
on thy shadow
I shall walk

ever silent
my tongue is still
bow my head
to do thy will

witches, warlocks,
street-rats, thieves
stepping nimbly
over fallen leaves

robbing me
of my life and soul
that once burned brightly
like a red-hot coal

I am walking
thy shadowed path
waiting to meet
Deaths powerful wrath

in my past life
many times I sinned
so now I face
thine ice cold wind

spirits pass me
with laughing eyes
as I trudge
toward my demise.

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