|I Walk Not But in Dreams
Author: Jean Olivier PM
Tis true that miles are distance, but so is distance time...Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 6 - Words: 1,084 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 02-21-13 - Published: 03-07-12 - id: 3003374
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Death is white as winter, soft
As early snow. Death is cold,
Chill and swift as river's flow.
Death is quiet, gentle, ever bold.
Death is faintest footsteps echo
Through the night. Death is solemn
Prayer waiting for what's right.
Death is a distant column
Of soldiers off to war. Death
Is an ancient lady, who
Waits and knows not of what for
Death, a stranger we once knew,
Our constant companion, our long
Awaited appointment, now
Has arrived. Let us stand
And greet our guest. Shall you bow
Before the king who humbles
Us all? Death, the one with no
Master, our long awaited
Friend, our terrifying foe.
Do not doubt that Death shall find
You, as it must find us all.
At the door there is a knock.
Rise, answer Death's final call.