18 – A Distant Companion

A howl in the dark
To the beat of black wings
Echoes the anguish
As hell starts to sing

A song for the living
Who lost all but heart
A song for the lost
And those soon to depart

The land of the living
Dances with death
Running in fear
And a past it regrets

Those actions and words
The crossing of fate
Now buried or burning
Or standing
At gates