Operation
Red hot tears
Mourn the years
Dark mist rolls
Over lost souls
On death rides
Where light hides
Reaper awaits
To seal fates
Petrified eyes
Watch swift scythes
Still hope retains
In earthy remains
Death ride stops
Before it drops
Through the mists
God’s angle lists
In open boats
Spared soul floats
On clear waters
To living quarters
Joyous tears
Celebrate the years
© Philip Golding 10/10
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