Sleep not ills deepest slumber

Stay life’s light at midnight number

Lest you be whisked through Hell’s gate,

The angel of death hovers on wait.

Beware! If black crow come caw at you

He leads deaths angel to collect his due.

If peck, peck, peck your window pane,

In eternal sleep you shall remain.

Heedless are you this ice storm night

As dark angel of death rises to flight,

Borne up by icy winds of midnight blue

Ask not for whom he seeks - he comes for you.

©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 08-29-03