I walk across the deserted land in search of dreams I once called my own...
shattered to a thousand pieces...in which i see a reflection...my own..
The winds of destiny push me afar...
Alas! I'm only a traveler in time...
The clock of fate ticks against my broken heart...
I seek a place to hide this pain.
There at a distance I see him come...
his black cloak flows sweeping away my pain...
in one hand he carried an hour glass...
in the other a Scythe.
He looks at my broken soul and whispers...
'Your time has come...'
he places the hour glass in my hand...
I look at it to see that the top part is bare and the bottom part full.
I smile...for this is the last time I will know worldly pain...
he has come to take my soul...
Ah! I have waited for thee...
I will reap as I have sown.
Darkness imprisons me!
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