You once again wore the skies of windy youth
Held in the temple by our roaring sea
Holding on to a call of truth
For the gifts you gave
To me

From a corner of dear evening’s quiet beauty
I came to you in devoted honor
You turned your garments here to me
Again the skies of youth
Were your admirer

Expressions were pounding, no time to think
Sunlight would soon be gleaming
If this was a dream, I refused to blink
I wished to stay here
In my dreaming

Who would be so cruel as to wake me now
As I adore the skies, you wear
Let the sun shine upon another  brow
For now we climb
The stairs

My heart knows you see the stars I paint in our sky
That you have given each one a name
No words do you ever have to speak of them
I can tell you know they are there
By the look I always see
In your eyes

You never have to tell me that you adore my moon
That sings out to your sun each day
My heart knows we both carry the same tune
And that you understand
All the things
I say

My heart knows you hear the sweet music I make
Even if I cannot hear you singing along
That you have memorized each and every take
Your heart is never off key
Because, you know
My song

All the stars that I paint in our sky shine for you
My heart shines the same
The sweet music I make you make with me too
When you give these stars
I paint in our sky
A name

A restless dream, that trapped me
Like the icy blackness, enwrapped me
I found myself cold and shaking
With no way for my awaking

Then he came, from out of the dark
Stalked me like some demented shark
Like a messenger of Death, to deliver
I found myself afraid, felt myself shiver

His eyes were red, his skin was snow white
He gave no reflection, no sign of light
When he spoke, his voice was like gravel
I could feel this life of mine, unravel

"I am the darkness within your dreams"
"I am the nightmare of your screams"
"I claim that which is mine, you know"
"I come now, to collect your soul"

I started to run, but then he was there, ahead
This strange traveller, collecting the dead
But why had he come for me if I was alive?
Did he not realise I was left to survive?

But a cruel irony can be twisted fate
You do not know when it is too late
As he claimed me, I started to weep
I did not know, I died in my sleep

So I walk with him, for eternal torment
Never to awaken from this moment
As into Deaths' dormain I am cast
Knowing now, I have dreamt my last

The man was condemned to die, to be shot by firing squad but he had one last request.

The captain approached the man, who was tied to the post and asked him to make his request and it would be granted.

"I would not ask to be free for I would only be untied and still shot, I know there must still be a death by firing squad but fear you will not honour my request" spoke the man.

"I will accept your request and honour it, my men are my witness and so is my commanding officers" spoke the captain.

"I have no wish for the moments with a beautiful woman or to feast on a fine meal, or to drink of the best wine but you will not honour my last request". spoke the man.

"As God is my witness, I promise whatever your request will be granted, on that you have my solemn word" spoke the captain.

"Then" spoke the man, "take my place".