A conversation with death

My brother be, calm amongst withered grain

Come join me, from life's ebb we shall refrain
Your failing eyes half blindly stare and glimpse this fevered face


Valediction

You marked this earth with calloused hands, broke bread amongst your kin

Another haggard conquered pawn, a discarded volunteer

A husk with an idea of life, with eyes burning like fire


Valediction


Cast aside these earthly woes, you wove this tapestry of battles
I'll pay you pittance for your days, yet loosen all your shackles


I am the seer in the dark, the vagabond of yore
Valediction


I am the sum of all your parts, and proprietor of all

Valediction


A miasma, the conclusion, blackmonger of Inle


Valediction

Synapses fray, my form now vivid, as torpor sets and blood grows tepid

With every ounce of flesh now offered, I hold your corpse within my coffers

Knitted cells now split asunder, stand alongside me brother

Take your place amongst my Owsla, we march at dawn now and forever

Cross your palms and acquiesce, take a bow as they ascend

Scent these grounds with your presence, ring the change of days now done.