Deaths consort
Stretches her fingers
Breathes a hushed sigh
With gentlest touch
She draws the end nigh
She walks past headstones
From dusk until dawn
Her slim figure cloaked
She is merely his pawn
She's heard it all,
The cries and the pleas;
There's nothing she can do
For death so decrees
That pergatory comes first
Before heaven or hell
With the final chime
The clock bids a black farewell
She leads them to her boat
The moaning and crying
The faceless barrage of
Of the dead and the dying
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
Deaths consort
Stretches her fingers
Breathes a hushed sigh
With gentlest touch
She draws the end nigh
She walks past headstones
From dusk until dawn
Her slim figure cloaked
She is merely his pawn
She's heard it all,
The cries and the pleas;
There's nothing she can do
For death so decrees
That pergatory comes first
Before heaven or hell
With the final chime
The clock bids a black farewell
She leads them to her boat
The moaning and crying
The faceless barrage of
Of the dead and the dying
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