The Windows and Doors

100 angels float on the shoulders of 50 men,

Their tears though dry a peace it gives to them

They line up in a hallway with 50 doors

And 30 windows 3 feet from the floor

This is the hallway of pride, the men not yet known they’ve died,

Some were hung, some put to fire, some were stabbed, others myred

On their knees they fell and wept, for life so beautiful and death so kept.

In darkness and deceit, where devils and the demons play.

For each of all the 50, crossed the path that day

Nor even angels could save their souls or their earthly stay

Alas the world it turns and round it goes

The last hallway is where the window of angels and the doors of men will finally close