What Matters Now

Incorrigible slights hold no place here I am my own wind, stars, and moon Be done with your squalid regrets Hear it now, the angels last tune. Steady to slumber and hold my hand No thought is welcome in final death The time has come to depart this land Hold steadfast in parting breath Dry lungs weaken under fallowed earth Whisper now this subtle conceit The clock tower chimes once more Cover the tracks of bygone deceit None of it matters now, not to me my love One last grasp to fight the night's call Say goodnight and lay your demons Surrender now, this mortal thrall.