the dead

I stand now at death, its doors

called by those that have gone before.

I wonder, will this moment be the end?

My last symphony, my life's mend?

To this moment, my head will bow

life hangs on a long-dead bough.

Onward, I away from light

to the unknown, the darkest night.

One last time, a hand to hold

to live this life one must be bold.

Onward now, to never look back

go to the night, the deepest black.