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 too, must one day relent