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....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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