Death

As a dark Shadow

Beckons his prey

Into the unknown

By a soft whisper

In the soul

CINDY CHENEY, "Death"

Time

Like a petal in the wind

Flows softly by

As old lives are taken

New ones begin

A continual chain

Which lasts throughout eternity

Every life but a minute in time

But each of equal importance

CINDY CHENEY, "Time"