"Mercy"
On Raven wings of pure midnight,
Skin smooth as cream and ivory white.
Shadowed eyes in coal black tresses,
Silken gray her flowing dress is.
My love for her has no restraint,
Pure of heart and free of taint.
The time will come for our blessed meeting,
Tears of joy, heart not beating.
Her scythe'n hand shall reap my soul,
Eternal rest shall be my goal.
Do not mistake these words as heresy,
For I am in Love, with the Angle called,
Mercy.
"Mercy", by John GoldenWolf
1998 copy right.