Summer-set brings joy not

                        as the winter sunrise

                        brings death into my eyes.

As I awaken and now fraught

                        with dismay in the skies

                        while these human lies

                        bring death into my eyes.

A friend I know him not

                        to be so callous to my cries

                        spring now in demise

As He,  Death,   stares into my eyes

 No heat, nor health

                        near my winter cot

                        as He stills, numbs and ties

                        my flesh,     now his prize

He,      Death,    glares deep into my eyes

 Know   not a kind, warming spot

                        cold, now, my body lies

                        silent,        no more sighs

As       Death,   steps behind my eyes.

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