Last night, in the embrace of balmy spring darkness,
A name echoed from across the dining table,
That name I knew, I thought to myself,
But I wish I did not – death had found its new host.
My mind began to race, my heart skipped a pound,
Fear and pain, misery and sorrow,
All apprehension to man known,
Nothing left, only woe.
A friend was lost, lovely and dear,
I would never see her fiery red hair once more,
Nor hear her contagious laugh of joy and youth,
Her soul was released, but mine broke.
Death, the greatest of beggars,
A glutton for sadness you always were,
Every day, you take one more,
Cousin, brother, or friend we adore.
Death, the least of choosers,
From the depths of Hades, you reach out your hand,
But whom you grab, you care not,
Oh, Death, why must it be a friend I love?
Here I am, the church bells ring,
Families weep, a sight no man enjoys to see,
In a coffin of ivory shade,
They gently carry her body to its eternal grave.
White roses are put into your tomb,
Your name etched in stone,
But your epitaph will never outlast,
The memories of you our hearts hold dear.
Azrael, if you must have her, guide her where she belongs,
May her soul of silver rest with the Lord,
On the other side of the Pearly Gates,
In deep slumber, forevermore.
