Spare me Death your insistence’s, tis not your place.
Not here, not today.
Would thou not take leave of me?
Suffer me instead on some morrow not yet here.
This spirit I have found, in the darkest of wood.
Long have I wandered and so lost have I become.
To find her.
Lest my soul be anymore important than another.
Favor another for now and quench thy thirst on their dreams.
And leave me these moments.
So that when you return
I will understand at last
Why I was here.