The Passing of Elnora

Such brightness has blinded my hand,
An evening of souls has begun...
Those treasures unknown by the land
Are seen without help from the sun;
Dropping like flies in October
She couldn't put up the fight,
Knowing the brightness would hold her
Death stopped by her house last night...
He dressed her up in soft silk blue,
Then closed her eyes with angel thread,
And told her he would take her through
Those paths where her one love was led
Then kindly held her soul and said...