It was a dark dark night,
Not a single movement left in sight;
Except for the rain that came of course,
And the wind that blew with no remorse.
It was still and silent black and dim,
Except for the sound of a spirit grim;
The moon hid behind the clouds black and thick;
And the rain had settled in so quick.
There was a voice or two in the distant air,
A shallowness of words that were not there;
I remembered the path that wound through the bush nearby,
O a night like this it's beauty might not die.
The eeriness of the storm at hand,
Was glooming across nearly the whole night land;
It's awesome night and power from high,
Possessed the sound from a sight in the sky.
So cometh quick the peace of which,
Was like the patience of a tailors stretch,
Of cloth that was women in grey and black,
A night of terror till the Lord came back.
So passeth on the soul that lived,
That gave of love and lived to give;
The dark dark night from which she came,
Has taken her now but left her name.
Signed,
Mother Distant