A Friend in Death
It is Death.
No longer foe,
An adversary not.
No longer foe,
An adversary not.
My dreams it frequents.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.
The last we know,
This final peace.
It guides us to its claque.
This final peace.
It guides us to its claque.
I’m not above the rest.
It follows each of all.
When shall we follow back?
It follows each of all.
When shall we follow back?
The bond grows strong.
My loves, it takes.
This friend with no remorse.
My loves, it takes.
This friend with no remorse.
In time, it leads.
It shows the way.
It’s comforting, of sorts.
It shows the way.
It’s comforting, of sorts.
Death has a lock.
Lest we forget.
There is no other way.
Lest we forget.
There is no other way.
Death comes to call.
Each one in time.
The last of all our days.
Each one in time.
The last of all our days.
It is Death.
~~ The Clueless Gent
