Blood and death

Have seen the blood in veins

Pouring out like rain

Tricking into dust

Become a little

Less than mundane.

Tragedy strikes and calls on death

It comes wearing armour

Strong and thick

Collecting that slow drying

Blood in his train.

Of men and brain and intellect

Beings talk and express

Only to turn to dust

That which pumps through

Until the dying breath.

Hold me now

Don’t let me go

Tell me the end

Isn’t here yet;

The dreams I had

Are still under our grasp

The ending I wanted

Can still come true.

On the eve of the end

It is time for us to blend

To become memory

In thoughts obscure

To forever.