Whispers of Death
Death beckons me to heed his call
He bids me to hasten my departure
He woos me with his hypnotizing words
That fly true, like the arrows of an archer
For a season, his cries went unheard
As I marveled at the beat of my heart
But now, it seems, my life unfulfilling
I keep looking for ways to depart
He's ever present, as I wander this maze
Pleading for my jouney to end
Telling me lies of false understanding
And taking the appearance of a friend
He whispers my name, in subliminal message
That only my mind can perceive
A pale horse, stands, at the foot of my bed
Looking for ways to deceive
He whispers, "No mercy", no mercy indeed
For I too, must one day atone
No one can hear my cries for compassion
For it's true, we all die alone
Though life be predictable, no longer appealing
For now, in my purpose content
But growing so weary, of his never ending cadence
I fear, I too, must one day relent
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