Beloved,
Facing death is but the ultimate test of character.
I don't want to die,
But if I must
I choose to do it with pride
And loads of impudence.
Beloved,
Dying is bad enough
But to lose my sense of humor
Would be sacrilege.
I haven't lost all hope yet,
I haven't given up yet.
Beloved,
The great pyres of hell I fear not,
Though my sins are great in number.
I fear not the four horsemen
As described to John of Patmos,
I fear not the white horse,
No matter how righteous.
Beloved,
With your hand holding mine,
Among friends, among flowers,
Among beauty and poetry,
I intend to leave now.
I must join with Charon,
Son of Nyx and Erebus,
By the shores of the Styx
Like Aeneas did once.
Beloved,
From the deepest of abysses
I can hear your voice, crying,
Asking me to hang on
To the feel that once was.
I can see those black pools,
Those eyes that once hunted
Me in dreams
Welling up with those tears made of salt.
Beloved,
I had only dreams of
Galaxies and stars.
Beloved,
Now you see
Not even death itself could draw us apart;
You're the heart in my day
And the sun in my night.
Beloved,
Well know I you're no fan of goodbyes,
So instead, I'll say:
"Until next time, we'll meet
In the next life. "
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
Beloved,
Facing death is but the ultimate test of character.
I don't want to die,
But if I must
I choose to do it with pride
And loads of impudence.
Beloved,
Dying is bad enough
But to lose my sense of humor
Would be sacrilege.
I haven't lost all hope yet,
I haven't given up yet.
Beloved,
The great pyres of hell I fear not,
Though my sins are great in number.
I fear not the four horsemen
As described to John of Patmos,
I fear not the white horse,
No matter how righteous.
Beloved,
With your hand holding mine,
Among friends, among flowers,
Among beauty and poetry,
I intend to leave now.
I must join with Charon,
Son of Nyx and Erebus,
By the shores of the Styx
Like Aeneas did once.
Beloved,
From the deepest of abysses
I can hear your voice, crying,
Asking me to hang on
To the feel that once was.
I can see those black pools,
Those eyes that once hunted
Me in dreams
Welling up with those tears made of salt.
Beloved,
I had only dreams of
Galaxies and stars.
Beloved,
Now you see
Not even death itself could draw us apart;
You're the heart in my day
And the sun in my night.
Beloved,
Well know I you're no fan of goodbyes,
So instead, I'll say:
"Until next time, we'll meet
In the next life. "
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