The cool breeze whispers
A dim sky quiets all else

A screaming from within
That can't be heard at all

Darkness making the world its shadow
A spirit being strangled by pain

The setting sun unwavering in its descent
The last hint of sunlight disappears

Death settles in
Agony put to peaceful rest

A soul delivered into the hands of a loving Father
Never to thirst or mourn again

Rest in peace.

© 2003 Nightsaint (J. Schmidt)