Woe
by Christine Smalldone
A dark mist rises from the ground
of graves, the death angel is awakened.
Ascending down with the veil of night,
spreading forth with wings of terror
the dance of death begins.
With outstretched hand the fingers meet
the cold touch of what was, as into
an intertwined embrace they fall.
With release the bonds of life tear away,
as existence is changed forever.
© 2001 Christine Smalldone
Christine Smalldone has been writing poetry for over
5 years and
has had her work published in mainly scifi and fantasy magazines. She
most recently has and will be published in the anthologies: "The
Falling Rain", "Nature's Echo", and "Poets Elite".
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