Death, be proud,
For you have covered life in silend shroud
Is it not so?
That even the virtuous have let go?
Indomitable Death, not overcome by love
Your presense is marked by the flight of a black dove
When the sleep begins deep
Death my friend, you begin to creep
And then, foul sour eating beast
You swollow life never at the least
What can I say,
If I only remember you for a second, not a day
Nothing I thought.
Love has left
When death is strong