My Angel There

by the Banshee

When I am dying, will you be there?
Waiting in hallowed light
Arms open and welcoming
Casting aside my fear
Answer my dying question
Will I see you there?

The words die upon parched lips
My dying mind hears cries of despair
No gently murmurred words of love
As my body gives one last sigh
It is free, but not my soul
I need to know, will I see my Angel there?

When I am buried in my grave
Will deaf ears open to hear you call
My name echoing through the night
Amidst hushed silence I await your voice
I hear no sound among this eerie still
I wait for my Angel there

When I am buried in my grave
Will pallid eyes open to see you beckon
Your warm smile would make me cry
My eyes open to frigid cold and puffing breath
Alas, my heart beats again
For the memory of my Angel there

Now I am gone, one week now
Days pass slow
No sign of you
I know now, you do not care
But even here in eternal sleep
My soul still cries, my heart does weep

Weeks have passed, I sit alone
A spirit awaiting the unknown
My ear pricks at a rustling sound
Can it be, my Angel found
I close my eyes, open to see
You standing above my hollow tree
One red rose you leave behind
A tear you cry, a move so kind

Unquiet spirit can now rest
Her journey’s end, once begun
In a quest for two souls to become one
Sacred gates, a choir sings
A smile she breaks
For she will meet her Angel there.

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