An old rosary falls to the floor.
I see the woman close her eyes.
As I enter the bedroom door.
Another flame of life snuffed.
Their weathered soul is free.
Their life was hard and rough.
Now, the calmness of eternity.
I guide this newly departed.
To where they belong: Heaven.
She was too kind hearted
To fall for Satan's beckon.
As my angelic wings unfurl,
The soul smiles; I see her cry.
"I'm ready to leave this world,
So my angel of death, let's fly."
We fly above the thunderstorm,
And fly towards the main gate.
I smile, as my face feels warm.
Her new home, Heaven, awaits.
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