the last dawn

Is death the end of things

Or the beginning of something anew

Where will we be when we find

That our mortal days are through

Is the end eternal slumber

Or perchance sweet paradise

Will I ever see you again

Or must this pall you wear suffice

Indeed my friend, I fear the end

For my faith in the world is want

I’ve seen the years furrow your once lit brow

I’ve seen your jaw and cheek grow gaunt

Are we, my friend, to spend our lives

Preparing to live again

O, if only to die the next day

O, what is our preparation then

I refuse to live to die

Then die to live again

We’ll only know what path is true

If we live to walk in then