Death's First Dawn. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The wind cries out but words are lost but the voice is with me still
And I’d gladly pay a hefty cost, to feel again that thrill.
Who was she, what did she say, a cry for help or other?
I sleep alone, in dreams I pray but all my dreams are smothered.
Will I hear her voice once more, did she come to set me free?
I’d heard that eerie sound before, had death come after me?
The dark angel covets all lost souls and waits for them at death,
Hell’s fire’s bright with burning coals as she watches your last breath.
I reminisce a lonely life, my existence all but gone
And leave behind no loving wife as I wait for death’s first dawn.