#dark #death # meaning
A Warm Fall Breeze
LOOK NOT FOR DEATH FOR SOON SHE WILL ARRIVE
THE DAY, THE HOUR, THE MINUTE SECOND
SWEET
NOR MOON NOR SUN NOR WIND NOR RAIN DEPRIVE
THE BODY PANDERS NOW, SOON WITH HER WE MEET
HOW TIME IS ONE THAT STEALS THE NIGHT DEVINE
OTHER SCOFF AND WASTE THE PRECIOUS
TIME
FOR SOME TOO SOON THE REAPER FEEDS HIS WINE
OTHER FACE THE DAY BY BLADE,TWINE OR
CRIME
TIS THROUGH MY EYES I SEE HOW ALL
BECOMES
I SIT AND WATCH FROM CLOSE AND FAR
ALIKE
IN DARK I SIT AND LISTEN WITH
ALUM
WORKING EACH ONE WE TRY TO BUILD THE
DYKE
OF SEASONS, THE BEST TO ME IS
FALL
AND NOW I DIGEST, DEATH BECOMES US
ALL.
