A sylly asylum


The sleek gray walls of this dark cell, asylum
if you please. Reach out with deaths cold embrace.
My reckoning is due, it seems. I brush aside this
strand of fate as hoof-beats echo through the gate.
Death says, "until you've paid, you wait!"
The Pale Horse then rides on.
The sands leak through the hourglass as darkness
fades. and light takes grasp. This wicked web i'm
tangled in, I've paid for all my life, through Sin.
I must attempt to make amends, before my soul
from body rends.
I walk along the path of light, and slowly look back
towards the night. As the wicked web unwinds,
a single constant there I find.
Take this to heart, time and again
we reap the things we sow, my friend.
Forgiveness comes. from what was hate.
Then hoof-beats echo through the gate.
Death says, "Your time has come, it's fate!"
The Pale Horse then rides on.

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