Wise Angel of Demise

Beyond the shards of glass I see,
A corpse whose spirit's begun to flee.
Her eyes lay hollow and inert,
Her carcass, vacant, clutching dirt.

My blood runs cold as if I could,
Feel this angel remove her hood.
My body tremors, as my stained mind,
Denies the death with which she's lined.

I feel her fingers, blunt and cold,
My shaking hand begin to hold.
She turns to me, with empty eyes,
Those bluing lips no truth denies.

She speaks to me in lullabies,
They for her faith her too despised,
She tells of bliss within her loss,
Her body was her only cost.

From my clutch I feel her bleed,
Her morbid wisdom on me freed.
I prayed more comfort in me invest
But death had dried her gaping chest.

There she lay her bones but piled,
But a breath of skin her form compiled.
The valleys between her ribs gaped still,
There whistled rumors of a fresh kill.

My heart I had hung on this form,
My body I had with faith adorned.
Now with my fading breath I felt,
Death so long had within me dwelled.

A shade of death had caressed my face,
An age before I would alongside him pace.
I held my faith with in my heart,
And let my soul in his cloak depart.