Farewell

I need her now, more than I need the air,
Her voice to bring a silence of a broken man, who wails,
So she may wash the wounds of guilt and despair,
As my heart seems to wither by the hourly sands.

I fight the illness that prolongs death,
I fight my fears, and still I question it,
I feel the hour coming and see my last breath,
The bathory is here and the darkling nights remain.

I hope she stays, knowing of my departure,
I hope she loves me as she said in the pastures,
I’ll pretend not to fear it, the sorrow who has befriended me,
I’ll try not to hear it, creeping through the shadows.
I’ll see the lambent expressions of sadness,
And I’ll see the vacant departures of happiness.

the fruits seem tasteless right about now,
And my regrets seem useless to rant about now,
For I see the cloak of the ebony man, as he bows,
He places the scythe by the glasses,
And sighs a mournful sigh that seems placid.

I glance my weeping eyes at her,
The beauty I’ve admired as the days dimmed on,
Her frail soul touches me, she now seems fair,
My eyes trace her spirit and whisper a farewell,
Now the reaper waits as I step on out the gates of forlorn.

Farewell! Beauty for all you have given me
Farewell sweet love for all the warmth you brought me,
Farewell nature for all you’ve shown me,
farewell my friends for the years of comfort,
And farewell the angels for I now sleep in discomfort.

Who’s to say where a lost spirit goes,
Who’s to say how the seasons go,
Who’s to say I’ll find happiness after death,
Who’s to say my last  breath has left,
The doomed de-[apertures] is of a man
Whose life was saved through LOVE.