Avaunt! The night is bright,
No sorrow, no despair in sight,
I'll bid the angel on her flight,
With a paean of memories shining bright.
No bells will toll, no sorrowful chime,
For fear her soul may hear it and climb,
Back to the land of the damned and grime,
No, she's free now, it's the right time.
From fiends and foes, she's been set free,
Her spirit soaring, pure and carefree,
From the depths of Hell to eternity,
Beside the King of Heaven, in majesty.
No more groans or grief to bear,
No more tears, no more despair,
She's reached a throne beyond compare,
In a world where love and peace doth flare.
So let us raise a toast tonight,
To a soul that's now taken flight,
To a land that's pure and bright,
To a life that's free from blight.
by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
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