Death:
Come, mortal man, the time has come at last.
Say goodbye to memories of the past.
All that you knew shall fade to nothing more
But dust and dirt with those you once adored.
Man:
Oh death! I beg, just give me one more hour
If you can find it within your power,
And answer me why you must take away
Our mortal lives when we just wish to stay
And live our lives in peace and harmony
And grant our own fate’s safe eternity?
Death:
There is a law that I must never break.
What lives must die, so life is what I take
From all that walks and crawls in God’s green land
That he created with his divine hand.
I’m but a messenger to mortal man
And I, too, follow this predestined plan.
There is a course that flows amongst this earth,
A continuum, a way of rebirth.
This delicate balance works such a way
That no man can change it, try as they may.
I fear your hour I cannot grant to you.
It’s as I said, I’m but a divine tool
Commanded by a power greater than I.
Man:
Why must we live if we are born to die?
My life was but too short and I’ve not seen
All of the places that I’ve wished to been.
My works, my words, where will all of them go;
Each are a piece of my weak heart and soul.
I’ve had no loves, I’ve had no wives. Alas,
I shall be but a memory long passed
That none shall remember for all of time.
I’m but a careless fool who lived in rhymes.
Death:
Fret not, mortal. You’re not the first I’ve seen
Who died in poverty, but lived with dreams
To be something they could not be in life
And battled this pain that caused them much strife.
For those who die who worked great with the pen,
Will live forever and find future friends.
Inside your words, you’ll live eternally
And with this known, you will find harmony.