The Angel...

The Angel…

The Dark Angel walked on but turned as he went, fleetingly acknowledged your existence and wondered why…

The Four Horsemen’s steeds paused out of stride and they looked at you and could not see why…

Charon refused your coin and would not let you pass…

You have no name in the next world that any will dare to speak…

In this you are ‘traitor’ the worst that men will speak...

Lynda Phillips; 4 October 2014…

Make of this as you will as it describes in my words many things…