O Death, I have watched you in silence,
I have watched as you ravage and steal.
But now, foolish Death, I will fight you;
My prayers and sword you will feel.
Leave me, dark angel! Touch not my home!
Take with you this fear in my heart!
Touch not this cradle, touch not my kin,
Or a much greater war you will start.
Death seems to laugh as it circles,
Surrounding my home as for war.
But I stand my ground yet undaunted;
With God, I've fought Death off before.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.