Coming Day

I hear dawn whisper on its way

Though I beg mercy, the light is not kind

And I feel my doom in the coming day

In gentle Night’s dying spray,

There is no salvation I can find

I hear dawn whisper on its way

Though secrets burn in their own way,

Harsh Light’s inferno leaves you blind

And I feel my doom in the coming day

I was once an angel’s prey

God’s wrath was vicious and two-tined

I hear dawn whisper on its way

Now God has gone and hell’s to pay

Mayhap the Devil will be kind?

I hear dawn whisper on its way

And I feel my doom in the coming day

                              ~Betsy Hodge