And why to be, for those who won’t see
a troubling mist, a blissful twist
the end was coming, the end was near
oh where the final mark did stop, ‘twasn’t clear

Spoke from the heart, heard from the soul
acted as if, ‘twere nothing t’all
he flew like an eagle, but thought like a tree
all well and good, his graces would be

How to finish, oh where to begin
ponders the reaper, whetting his grin
“don’t mind me, I won’t be long.
What’s given, got... ‘twas mine all along”