THE GATHERER
He walks through time and gathers his flock
some are aware of his coming, others taken by shock,
when they look at his face as their ending unfolds,
some see an angel and others a ghoul.
Yet as he lays his hand upon their hearts,
all terror and fear quickly departs,
and with smiles on their faces their candles burn out
and into his hands they surrender their souls.
Then he dons his black cloak and he mounts
his pale horse
and rides into the night without any remorse.
For he takes nothing unless its lifetime is nigh
and he knows that the place where he'll take them tonight
will fill them with peace and their souls with pure light.
And deep down within him, a sadness
unfolds,
for he knows he's the gatherer, not one of the fold.
And, as ordained from the start, his mission will be
To ride his pale horse throughout Eternity.
© Lynn McCorry 1995
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