Endless Night
Barely is each man alive
Before Death comes to claim his bride
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet
He feigns to court us from the rift
Of time and space, and sends us gifts
War and plague and violent shifts
A harvest soon to reap
When the endless night does come
Our life upon this world be done
There is no place, a soul can run
Our maker soon will meet
If we die before we wake
And find we've made a grave mistake
Prayers, too little and much too late
May find deaf ears to boot
But, if we wake before we die
Remove the blinders from each eye
We may just find that Death’s a lie
And live to see the truth
(My own "Thanitopsis")
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Philosophical and Spiritual
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2014
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