Last Rhyme

I hear the raven's beating wings
and the song of death the Bann Sidhe sings
when darkness covers everything
but the sorrow of the damned.

I feel the chilling breath of doom
in a graveyard running out of room.
And on the Fates' woven loom
it's my own death I see.

Grey hair adds the mists of time,
and Life has written its last rhyme
upon my soul, my heart, my mind.
Please! Someone rescue me!

The coach of darkness comes for me.
The Bann Sidhe wails; the bells ring free.
At Last Rites, say a prayer for me
as I swim the River Styx.