Coffin Speaks

My hollowed casket is empty Awaiting a withered shell, My wooden lid is askance For I hear a death knell. Mortal desires long stolen They ever so dearly sought, This life is a cunning thief That none has ever caught. No better mate than death one has Yet mortals in its fear shake, Long restful sleep it showers Without a need to wake. I shall embrace your tired bones Withered by rigors of hell, To reach the heights of heaven Where you´ll happily dwell. This ground below is very soft So loving the breast of earth, Shall let you return to dust, For all that you are worth. My pall bearers are now restless, Their arduous task still undone; Tarry no longer my friend, The sands of time have run. I harbor shadows that are dark They will soothe your tired eyes, Know sweet air was never yours It´s sage to sever ties. ***********