Death

Time has passed now
A haunting tale
A lovers' kiss
A maiden's veil

What once was a hope
A plea, a bargain
What once was a love
Now has only chagrin

A piece of hope
Once thought the root
Now had just become
The forgotten boot

Land is withering
Faith is without
Deep time has come
From rain unto drought

A rage of a fire
Time crosses dark lines
An earthquake rumbles
Collapsing deep mines

The future line calls
Against the sharp tide
But, alas, it must take
All things for a ride

Death is surrounding
The one of the few
Who knew what become
When darkness flew

Black is to white
White is to black
And his dead body lies
In the yard out the back

Yards of the dead
Very few know
Are all out around
And a-wait the next show


Composer's Notes: It's just a pile of random themes. Read as far into it as you wish. I've been told many times that I'm crazy. It's gotten to the point that it's a compliment. Calling my sane or normal, however, is a high-order insult.

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