A Poetry Collection - by Hugh Pearson

Death's Shadow

                                                                                Death's Shadow

Beyond the lake her pale skin frosts

that shines for miles and miles of men.

Beyond the shore her kiss is lost,

and taunts the raging sails that pull them in.

Above the peaks she gazes at them,

the blessed daughters and gallant sons

marching forward to those who tempts,

and seeking vengeance when harm is done.

She is their god, she is their chief,

for all they know her vigilance

is most divine in times of grief

the loss of lives and loss of innocence.

They follow her into abysmal depths,

they follow under her shadows of death.