Welcome, Death
Welcome, death,
A distant traveler.
I gaze at your black robe,
And withered face,
Deformed Staffs
That helped you along the way.
I’m amazed at your knowledge,
Your wisdom of the living,
Even if it’s so ironic
For you, the end of life.
You know,
We are just the same:
We both walk through
The river of time,
Only that you take more pain.
I knew you were there when
Blood of Valentine born the roses;
I knew you were there when
Joan of Arc stood on searing flame;
I knew you were there when
Bullet bashed through King’s Dream;
I knew you were there when
Grandpa lay in bed, never saying a word again.
But I don’t blame you,
Even if everyone curses you;
I don’t fear you,
Even if everyone flee from your shadow.
Because I know
We’ll one day be friends,
And I don’t need eternity
Or immortality.
I’ll have you with me
To explore the other world
We the two travelers
To see what we call
Spectacle
Yet you cannot have me now,
Or at least in a few scores.
But when my raft stands on water,
I’ll meet you, on that side of
The river.