By the corner where shadows convene
Huddles a figure lain unseen
She lies among a litter of corpses
In a field of burning lilies and roses
Her tears falling for those who fell
When they heard the tolling bell

She tries to remember the faces of those
Who have been turned to earthbound ghosts

And in remembering She finds here wings
And Her little black book of Death She brings
She stands finally an angel remembered
With powers terrible that have torn asundered
Lives of the rich the poor the sick and the healthy
Whose was sentenced to eternal slumber by the Almighty

In the skittering of the candlelight
a haloed shadow takes to flight