Death's Triumphant Hour Poem by Victor Charles
Death's Triumphant Hour
Coffins;
Undertakers
Dreadful sounds of gongs
And of death bells too
People clad in dark attires
Tears streaming from swollen eyes
Covered by opaque glasses
Nose dripping
Pale faces; bowed into trembling hands
Melodies of song birds muted
By grating calls of ravens
Hovering at near distances
Hooting of owls
Croaking of vultures
Spirits roaming,
This is no other moment but
Death's triumphant hour
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Life and Death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.