"Humor me, O Death
so that I might see
what you have to offer
to make me walk with thee," said I.

"Is thou art kind and gentle
and merciful towards pain?
Would thy medicine soothe my soul
and restore my peace again?" said I.

He nodded on his twisted throne
and beckoned me to hear:
"I promise to ease they troubled heart
and banish every fear," said Death.

"Humor me, O Death,
am I to sleep forever?" said I and he nodded.
"And dreadful sins and heartbreaks
am I to remember?" said I and he shook his head.

And as appealing as
his offer sounded to me
I took Life's hand instead
and we took our leave.