Molly Densmore Poems

The ultimate judgement... he'll wish he was still alive
To be spit upon among the corpses of men
To be thrown where evil does not die
Executed by fire, only to burn again and again.
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My sweet Auntie Elaine, God has now taken you
He called His angels down with a deaths whisper
Met you with His loving arms wide open
Swept you off your feet to be heaven's newest traveler.
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Gone and no one knew any different... but you
The victim of evil... needing immediate rescue
Taken away for reasons unknown and hid
A fate unclear and for now undecided.
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Touched like cascading snow floating to rest on the ground
So soft and sincere your spirit within my soul
To dance like the leaves from the overgrown elm
In the cool breeze that rides the shadowed limbs to and fro.
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Unstable on this land where I thought I was safe
Coming in from my inner storm's raging fires
I didn't know how cold the embers had burned
Until my spirit froze from my unwanted desires.
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