A Friend in Death
No longer foe,
An adversary not.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.
This final peace.
It guides us to its claque.
It follows each of all.
When shall we follow back?
My loves, it takes.
This friend with no remorse.
It shows the way.
It’s comforting, of sorts.
Lest we forget.
There is no other way.
Each one in time.
The last of all our days.
~~ The Clueless Gent