The Mark Of Death Poem by Gerry Legister

Under attack till the world is wrought
And sought for repentance and hope,
Many fears are hiding in the thought
Slipping down into a worsening slope.

As angels from God's presence unbidden
For sympathy is heaven overflowed.
Still in this world the truth is hidden,
And destiny drops so bright as a cloud.

For what we could be we know not
Until we can hardly see what we feel is there.
The intense pain that will not stop
Like a meteorite sent into our atmosphere.

To engulf the oxygen of every breath,
And bring the mark on the flight of death.