To Death
To Death… A toast in tainted wine
Let glasses ring its somber chime
As shadows cast its name in black
To Death we walk… with no path back
To Death… whose fame has spanned the ages
Only love has penned more pages
Only time outlives its quill
To Death … To Death ‘till all is still
To Death… and to its secret kept
While all that live have stood and wept
To Death… and to its final kiss
I give a life… that I shall miss
Copyright © Jane Vandoe | Year Posted 2020
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