Title: Rain Of Glass
Author: newtypeshadow (kai)
Written: 2001
Summary: on the Deathscythe (though why it would hit a church, I cannot say)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none

Death
black Death
the Scythe is swinging,
church bells are ringing--
they shatter
as they hit the ground.

Shards
glass shards
fragments are rising
people are falling,
screaming, searching
but he can't be found.

How do you see
the enemy
when the eyes deceive,
the mind won't believe?
The machines are wrong
and the only song
on the lips of men
is weeping.

Where, oh Death, is your victory?
Where, Death, is your sting?
Those around me turn to stone
then dust
at the Deathscythe's swing.