It is now the moment I feared,
When the ghoulish arms of time
Slowly drags me closer into the precipice of life.
Let the ignorance from that eternal return be
Cloaked with happiness, with memories of joyous youth.
Let the lightness of the clouds
Slowly rock me to that never ending sleep.
Let the winds give me wings
And sway me as the feather sways lightly,
As the long shadows of the setting sun inches into the dark abyss
And may the journey back be
Calmer than the riotous marching bands of life.