Walking Into Eternity... (A Poet's Death As Seen By The Angel Of Death) Comments

It does not take the angel long to find the poet's home standing neglected and forlorn in the murky darkness of a cloudy night. Faint traces of light filters through the doorway and broken windows of the hut, and it makes her eyes veil over with deep sorrow, and she says:

Upon the broken wings of this endless night,
Distant stars shedding tears of light,
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