Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Rhyme

Old Death

Old death,

   companion-less, but for a scythe 
   and Old Man Time;

You have vanquished both the weak,
 
   and the mighty, 

But for the great man upon the cross,

   his wings were too swift for thy vast cemetery,
   and his crown rests on every head
   in your tombstone sea,
   he's the only one who escaped thee:

Old death,

   companion-less, but for a scythe
   and Old Man Time:
   the heavens you cannot roam....

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