Fury And The Grave Poem by Michelle U

Fury and the Grave are so close in sight.
Deaf to its voice, now I merely can moan.
Bless! Bless the man who stands strong in this plight.

I watch you from this glorious, great height,
For Death saw my weakness; now I am bone.
Fury and the Grave are so close in sight.

Watch the shore, the ferryman has grand might
To seize your neck, forever take its hold.
Bless! Bless the man who stands strong in this plight.

Don’t let the rope wrap around you so tight,
For breathing is cruel, covered up in stone.
Fury and the Grave are so close in sight.

Death will come to meet you in your dark night,
Either in sleep or wake, the hour is not known.
Bless! Bless the man who stands strong in this plight.

Don’t be overcome with pain or fright
When you see the weary, gray light, stand bold.
Fury and the Grave are so close in sight.
Bless! Bless the man who stands strong in this plight.