Treasure Island

Bill Simmons


Harbinger Of Souls


He pointed his finger at the man
And the man he rolled his eyes
He fell in his place as he looked in his face
As he took last breath of life

For the bells toll, harbinger of souls
Among you he is even now
Within winds breath, the one named death
And stealth too is his brow

Within the night in the dark and no light
He brings beginnings to end
When your name is called wont matter at all
Eternal is his only friend

For the bells toll, woe are the souls
That once had their chance to live
Behold….time to go
No mercy has he to give

Within the wind, sealed beginnings to end
And is whispered his name in it’s breath
Within the night walks, in the dark as he stalks
Is the one with no face called death.

copyright 2008
Bill Simmons aka BillWilliamStar

author
When Cannons Fire & The Kingdom

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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