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Remembrance
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Poetry The day we laid him into the ground
the black rain began to fall down
washing away the tears of sorrow
the melancholy hymns filled the heavens
though they could not fill the hollow
The angels of stone looked away
the procession they couldn't see that day
their wings could not lift
his soul into the ever after
to give to leave as a dark gift
The priest spoke words empty and dry
the passage of ill comfort did try
turning away our fear
the demon which hides inside the soul
fearing death is always near
Oh what comfort comes in those hours
when the cloud of fear
drowns us in tormenting showers
The heart with pains of death
which flow like the numbing breeze
of the dark angel's icy breath
