Touched by the cold grey hand
Death smiled and held tight
Speaking in whispers
Death said a prayer

The tortured soul lay bleak and mild
Not withstanding deaths caress
It knew who he belonged to now
If a tear could flow but none came

Death stood silent now
Raised a hand so dark
Winds gathered ready to carry
The penance of a life that was

Gone now are the if only
Disappeared are dreams of tomorrow
But what remains is forever
Death