Death

I wonder how it feels
When I am no longer among the people that lives
I know clearly that I shall meet my fate
Those that I fight I do not hate

I know it comes unaware
And no more gulls cry in my ears
When I feel fair creature of an hour
I never have relish in the feary power

Give warning to the small crowd that have fled
From this malicious world,with noxious worms to dwell
At once a voice incite among
In a full earthed evensong

Of the last bitter hour come like an eyesore
His chamber in the sweet sorrow halls of death
Sorrow passed,and plucked the glorious flourishing blossom
But, within it's fate kindly bossom