• oh how i wonder
    if the stars will a sunder
    and malady skies will bleed blue
    then all of mine
    will lose its hue
    to the reap of time

    then life fell short of reach
    mortality can be breach

    and from hell's lips came the sweetest lie
    that solemn laze but never die
    to demure somber the rune
    of your adamant tombs
    for its the reap of time
    that betides of thine

    so every breath you take
    know that you may never wake
    the reap may take you to the dank
    a whisper as your heart brake