Death has No Friends

Hayes

Songs were sung,

glorious praise heaped,

sorrow gripped,

wrung tears

of fear and blame,

a body stretched

can feel no shame.

And in the darkness,

forever present,

patiently abiding,

death stands alone

in shadow’s home,

quiet, silent,

familiar but friendless.

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