As I See It by Christine Stromberg - HTML preview

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.