DEATH BED A HALLOWEEN TALE
HERE WE ARE WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT
OUR LIFE HAS COME TO AN ABRUPT HALT
IS THIS OUR THYME WITHIN GOOD REASON
OR HAVE WE TURNED IN BECAUSE OF THE SEASON
WERE WE CALLED HOME
OR DID WE ABUSE
OUR LOVE LIFE AND LEGACY
PRETENDING TO MUSE
OR
WAS HE ALWAYS THERE
PLANTING EVERY THOUGHT THRU YOUR DAY
WERE WE MISLEAD
OR
LEAD HOME TO STAY
IMMORTAL THESE TEXTS
IF EVER REREAD
I WRITE THEM BEFORE
OR WHO KNOW2S
ON MY DEATH BED
EMCOMPASSED IN THE COMPASS
THE LINEAGE OF TIME
THE IMAGINARY THOUGHT THAT ALL EVEN COINCIDES
WILL MY FLESH ROT IF PULLED FROM THE GROUND
UNEMBLAMBED WITHIN A TINDER BOX OF PINE
OR
TOSS ME INTO THE BLOOD OF THE LORD
HIS FIRE PURIFIES ALL MANS DISCORD
EITHER WAY HERE WE ARE
AND MAYBE EVEN EWE
WHEN WE ARE SHEARED ONE LAST TIME
LET US PRAY TO BE RENEWED