Death sets and settles at the side of my bed,
feeling my head with doom and dread.
Slowly bending down his head,
I feel his breath rotten, and dead,
as he bent his kiss upon my lips.
I felt my soul a leaping
surely my soul won’t leave me?
With my last moment’s
foggy minded and slowing breath
no longer my heart is beating,
he who calls himself death,
took me on this very night.
I knew nothing of his presence,
only his kiss and his bowed head.
“Death came and sat awhile he seemed nice enough so I took his hand.”
The Angels wept to see me go to sleep,
they stood by every moment as slowly my soul took off in flight.