Prelude The Epilogue

The First breath drawn every morning
And the final blink at the brink of sleep
Prelude the Epilogue of Life

Death becomes us, and that which we fear the most
keeps us company in Black's final embrace
Frost-white bones and glinting steel,
to believe or not to believe it's real.

A hand on the shoulder to steady your path
Lest you stray into the abyss, accept Death's kiss
and sink into the hooded one's clutches
A tarred cloak that warms the malice,
a chalice of blood from which he drinks
is warmed by your flesh and body,

Dyed crimson withe not a sliver of light
the ashes blow away in this
Prelude to the Epilogue of Death

No longer alone, together forever withe the souls
of the departed will you serve
For you are useful in the black pits.

A whiplash of braided bone spills the blood
and tears the nectar from your form
weeping in misery on the cold floor

Smiling withe intent to do no good
the whip is passed to your hand
and you resume the role of playing the guard
For in the cold, Death
becomes us
In this Prelude to the Epilogue of Life
And Death