Into A New Land


Herself found among the weeping angels,
An unmarked grave, she lingers here too long,
And out of the mist, death comes, he curtails
Her attempted mourning, her question, long,
Of did he belong there in that deep dark?
With death half expected, she feigned surprise.
He offers to slake her guilt with his mark.
She lies, believes, it’s not a compromise.
Many divine tears she pays no heed to.
Patiently waiting, knowing time agrees,
Who shows the reaper which gate to go through
And with her consent, he’s allowed the keys.
Into her last twilight, they, hand in hand
Walk away from this world, to a new land.


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