The Wind Of Death

"May her wind pass you by"

 

 

The moon slowly peaked over the mountain

It was the harvest moon of death

Its’ color was of blood.

 

The clouds swiftly parted the sky in fright

The wind of death was approaching

Shall I turn my face at its breath?

 

Tonight I shall battle the demons

The angel of death will not prevail

My grace shall not fall into her hands.

 

The Spanish moss blew cries into my ear

Her beauty I can not resist

Death approaches me.

 

She stabs her sword of hell into my heart

She misses my soul by mere inches

No tears fell down my face.

 

The Demons eyes are upon me

I refuse to descend into the waters of hell

I am the fallen angel of light

 

-The wind of death has blown-

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[~*a beautiful disaster*..]

this almost flows as if it were the story of a solider sent to fight with courage and faith. it has a very nice beat that allows it to glide off your tongue wen reading it out loud. i like it alot.

[TL Boehm]

This one reminds me of southern cemeteries after dark....the tales that spin through a writers heart when seeing winds blow through spanish mosses....nicely done.