Death

What is death

A moment’s thrill

To swallowing a loathsome pill

And in the darkness holding still

Tomorrows come unbroken

Until death comes

Till death us part

For swimming in a savaged heart

Gives not beyond the beckoned start 

For starting words unspoken

Death is but a long retreat

Until the end our path doth meet

And still so cold beneath my feet

I walk till I’ve awoken

Therein lies death’s clever hand

A wandering soul, a contraband

A stranger in a strange new land

A heart of mighty folk sin

So give me quiet death I fear

I fear the moment beckons near

And in my heart I face the rear

For quiet moons, a cloak n’

Dagger in the moonlight

A dance for lovers’ spoon might

Be far to light a room, fight

For breath, for word unspoken

Sometimes I want the quiet night

When blinding light is just too bright

I find I’m taking no delight

In walking. I am broken