THE FLEETING SHADOW

The fleeting shadow

Lurks in the dark murky meadows

It watches in the distance

At the walking figure

Of a lonely fellow

The young fellow hinds his steps

As he smells the putrid odor

Of ancient death

As old as the vindictive serpent

He is the vagrant dead one

It was born in the Land

Between Rivers

It peers into the young fellow’s soul

And makes his spine quiver

But the fellow knows of the ether

And it’s Divine Creator

He has studied the sacred writings

Knows of the Almighty Power

That can strike you down like lightning

He knows of a heavenly brimstone fire

That consumes all evil

Of those that speak in evil tongues

The Breath of Life

Will abandon their lungs

The young fellow casts his head down

And whispers a prayer

He had learnt form the great scriptures

A majestic angel appears

Carrying a bejeweled scepter

And walks beside the lonely fellow

As he walks out of the dark murky meadows

The lurking shadow flees

At the sight of the angel’s

Golden halo