The Reaper’s Curse
It was a pained regression when I learnt I lived before,
I strolled forbidden pathways and I wept at what I saw.
Death and ruin, leather boots,
How plunder filled that night,
Triumphant cries then soon the sighs,
From those who bore their plight.
Shall death come quick, shall death come soon,
What bitter taste it be;
That I should go at harvest moon,
But soon return to thee?
Is death to be a starry path that leads me far away,
Where I should rest a little while until another day.
To ponder life that lies ahead,
When with my love I lay my head;
To play the lute in pastures gay,
To rendezvous with life each day.
Shall death when looking back appear,
As death indeed for foe;
For he remained to meet his fate,
In death’s embrace I go.
My embers died on stretcher borne, t’was when I bid farewell,
To mortal strife that ended life that I might future tell;
In dreams of sweet regression that I wish not to repeat,
That I instead embrace my death,
Then slumber deep and sweet.
Rejoice in life returned to me, to live and love again,
Was I not once a martyr dead when in that battle slain.
Then in that dream I heard a voice;
It told me not to quick rejoice;
All is not as all it seems,
It’s premonition haunts your dreams;
The strife you thought marked you as dead,
Is but your fate that lies ahead.