The Death Of Angie Poem by Christina DysonMackenzie

When darkness come
And when night falls,
When the air hums,
When the cockerel calls.

The deep earth groans
As the bright stars shine,
The animals moan
And I lose what is mine.

The silence is loud
And death louder still
It stands tall and proud
Ready to kill.

My breath is slow
My spirt is fading
I wish I could know
How far I'd be wading.

Death is a dark stream
A river of life
Death is a scream,
The scream of strife.

Death is the way
Of those who are gone,
Of those who lay
It's the very last song.

Death swallows us whole,
We can't say goodbye
It takes your soul
As you lay down to die.