What brings you now here to my side.
my sad and mournful friend?
It’s nice to know though death betide,
that death is not the end.
Shall we now walk together down
the verdant path so green,
or take the one with flooding blood,
more than I’ve ever seen.
For heaven waits above, my friend,
and hell roasts down below,
so cease your tears and boasts, my friend,
and choose which way to go.
I will admit I’ve missed you now
for oh-so-long a time.
It’s nice to have this comfort now,
when life has ceased to rhyme.
Let’s tarry here no longer, friend.
I’m eager to be gone,
and be free of this burden’s bend,
to lightly travel on…
BlackQuill 