Before I Close My Eyes

4 Before I challenge Heaven. Before I acquiesce to my demise. Draw near and let me look at you Before I close my eyes. Before the Reaper comes a calling Offering his pantheon of death... May the cherished words 'I love you' Release my final breath. The End 5 To 'tempt the straight and narrow Be a fine and wondrous thing. But when winter dregs doth fade away... 'Tis time to ravage spring. Embrace its vernal pleasures... Make bold the primal dust. Talk not of pride and prejudice, But of love and carnal lust. In the autumn when you dissipate, More inclined to be at rest. Think back upon the feral spring With Nature at her best. The End 6 In the meadow lies a maiden With wanting in her eyes... She has an air of expeditiousness Abject loneliness doth disguise. She waits out the morning mist Beneath a willow tree. With mentations of pseudo lovers Drifting soft upon the breeze. With tranquil scenes and earthly scents... The woodlands do bemoan This tragic crime of Nature Where she sits there all alone. The End 7 I died upon St. Crispin's Day. I perished by the flame. I now sit above a fireplace Betwixted two picture frames. 'Tis not the paradise I mused When the Reaper collected on my debt... But gamblers can't be too particular When we place that final bet. The End * Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.