The omens

Written By Jonathan Padley

They wait and they follow

You're fighting for breath

They circle above you

They're omens of Death

You're too sick to stand

Confined to your bed

They sit on mantle

And wail 'till you're dead.

Some say they're from heaven

Some say they're from hell

Where ever they came from

They drawn to deaths sickly smell

They wait and they follow

They're omens of death

They wait and they follow

They wait and they follow

Jonathan Padley

Jonathan is a member of Ollerton Writers.

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