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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