Souls Depart
Cries strike the air/
Blood falls to the ground/
Cold are the bodies/
Death is all that’s found/
Hope is unknown/
Pain is forever/
The rage will never leave/
The dark ones call/
And the master of death takes the roll/
Black figures in the night/
Robed in cloth made of their own agony/
Did anyone wrap their arms around them when they caught the chill?
Did anyone think to love them as they fell?
The wraith of death now binds the chains/
They are his own now/
Heaven or hell/
They will not stay now/
A breeze whistles/
A branch stirs/
A raindrop falls/
A clock strikes six/
Now the sun does rise/
And all souls take their exit.
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