Monday, 7 September 2009

Final Destination

Would you were here with me,
Your eyes I could see,
I hold no fear of thee,
My final friend you would be.

I await your call my friend,
So together we can go
On our journey. Where?
I myself do not know.

So long as you are with me,
It will be a pleasure,
We shall enjoy the trip,
Yet be solemn in good measure.

Why you are feared, I know not,
But safely can I bet,
That your are friend, not foe,
Oh misunderstood Death.

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