I drift away into the starlight again.
Seeking warmth in the cold shadows of the night.
Death's cold breath rolls down my neck with charming whispers of taking me home.
Holding the Devil's cold, black steel of a hand with wooden finger tips,
I look him in the eye.
He winks,
Casting a bright light
Illuminating the film of my life's risings and falls.
I bow,
He applauded.
The show has ended.
In his carriage,
He takes me home.