Dec 2013
My lord, the lady of death approaches
She brings a note unfolding the plans
Of your untimely assassination
A shroud of blackness surrounds your chambers
No locks can prevent her from entering
Your eyes widen as you read
The message, so detailed, so terrifyingly distressing
Holding on to the last moments
So this event can never transpire
She turns
And walks
Heels tapping every step
Leaving you in a state of fear and angst
You don’t have much time
The seconds draw the minutes closer
Dragging your expiration along with is
A premonition
A prediction or maybe a hidden mission
Plotting the downfall of our king
A revolt a mutiny, a revolution
"Guard the doors!", it won’t do any good
Panicking, twitching, sobbing, break down
And cry on the floor pleading to the gods
“No, no let it not be true!”
You look in the mirror and think
“This war, the famine, the toil in our kingdom and country it falls on me”
Before you even realize there’s a problem, death comes upon you
Never getting a chance to right your wrongs to redeem yourself
The note reads:
“The time has come. The time has come. A deal was made and our end is complete now you must hold your end. One thousand breaths for a seat on the throne, when the sun goes down on this day your soul shall be taken.”
Oh why, why, why?
What a terrible bargain that was made
This poor man cannot be saved
For he has signed his named
And now he’ll die in shame
The lady shall return at dusk
Do not let her pass the gates
He writes letters of goodbye to the queen and their children
He says to me “you my most loyal and trusted subject, stay with me in my final hours. Pass on my story. A tale of deception and agony. Please don’t leave me.”
I nodded and agreed
The final hour of sun was coming to an end
The time has come
He sits staring out the window
His back turned to me, he prays
I brandish a long dagger
Place my hand on his shoulder rubbing in a friendly reassurance all will be well
He looks back at me, screams, jumps up and out of the window to his death
The transaction was complete
Now the lady of death comes for me
Contracts
Contracts
She brings a note unfolding the plans
Of your untimely assassination
A shroud of blackness surrounds your chambers
No locks can prevent her from entering
Your eyes widen as you read
The message, so detailed, so terrifyingly distressing
Holding on to the last moments
So this event can never transpire
She turns
And walks
Heels tapping every step
Leaving you in a state of fear and angst
You don’t have much time
The seconds draw the minutes closer
Dragging your expiration along with is
A premonition
A prediction or maybe a hidden mission
Plotting the downfall of our king
A revolt a mutiny, a revolution
"Guard the doors!", it won’t do any good
Panicking, twitching, sobbing, break down
And cry on the floor pleading to the gods
“No, no let it not be true!”
You look in the mirror and think
“This war, the famine, the toil in our kingdom and country it falls on me”
Before you even realize there’s a problem, death comes upon you
Never getting a chance to right your wrongs to redeem yourself
The note reads:
“The time has come. The time has come. A deal was made and our end is complete now you must hold your end. One thousand breaths for a seat on the throne, when the sun goes down on this day your soul shall be taken.”
Oh why, why, why?
What a terrible bargain that was made
This poor man cannot be saved
For he has signed his named
And now he’ll die in shame
The lady shall return at dusk
Do not let her pass the gates
He writes letters of goodbye to the queen and their children
He says to me “you my most loyal and trusted subject, stay with me in my final hours. Pass on my story. A tale of deception and agony. Please don’t leave me.”
I nodded and agreed
The final hour of sun was coming to an end
The time has come
He sits staring out the window
His back turned to me, he prays
I brandish a long dagger
Place my hand on his shoulder rubbing in a friendly reassurance all will be well
He looks back at me, screams, jumps up and out of the window to his death
The transaction was complete
Now the lady of death comes for me
Contracts
Contracts
