An old friend


Pale death he who hath laid for me fields vast
And black. She’ll know me, a father’s bright soul.
My honest heart a lucid light will cast.

“Away! Away!” I shouted for years past,
His cloak and scythe stood awaiting my toll
Pale death he who hath laid for me fields vast.

My pleas on deaf ears as oil on the grass,
Attempts to take me with his cloak of wool
My honest heart a lucid light will cast.

Mark me devil, no tomb, grave, nor crypt hast
Clutched my ghost with fingers of bone and coal,
Pale death he who hath laid for me fields vast.

I will raze your pastures as storm to mast;
Emotion mine shall expel your control,
My honest heart a lucid light will cast.

“My heart, my all; fear not these words my last,
In time I’ll stride with Grim in merry stroll”
Pale death he who hath laid for me fields vast.
My honest heart a lucid light will cast.

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