A Lament For The Reaper

People think as something tragic

I, on the other hand, beseech for this magic

I look out my window and begin to cry

The reason? I do not know why...

And thou art the Death-bringer,

The darkest, the sinner

Killer, creator of many sighs

Yet the one who never dies

I take thou as a magician!

Accept the feelings of this dark mortician

For maggots I carry

Inside a coffin, my Heart: cold and weary...

For Death is in Love

My Raven, with your wings, I dove

In the darkest of the sky

Into thy hands, now I lie

For my fate, I have no dread

Take me, make me one of thy dead

End my life in this late hour

Free me from this world dour!