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A Friend in Death

A Friend in Death

It is Death.
No longer foe,
An adversary not.

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My dreams it frequents.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.


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The last we know,
This final peace.
It guides us to its claque.

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I’m not above the rest.
It follows each of all.
When shall we follow back?

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The bond grows strong.
My loves, it takes.
This friend with no remorse.

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In time, it leads.
It shows the way.
It’s comforting, of sorts.

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Death has a lock.
Lest we forget.
There is no other way.

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Death comes to call.
Each one in time.
The last of all our days.

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It is Death.

~~ The Clueless Gent

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