Death
Death, where is thy victory?
O Death, where is thy sting?
Words of faith and confidence,
but many now would disagree.
Angel of death I see you
looking down at souls bereft of
those long known and cherished;
thoughts of comfort perished
for they have no hope of heaven.
Parted from their loved ones,
with bleak and empty times ahead,
to weep in cold and lonely bed,
wear black, turn mirrors to the wall,
walk alone down soundless hall
and wait for your return.