Barely is man alive before <br />Death comes to claim his bride. <br />Thus betrothed we must abide <br />Less willing, the groom to meet <br /> <br />Death feigns to court us from the rift of <br />Time and space. He sends his gifts of <br />War and plague and violent shifts <br />His harvest soon to reap <br /> <br />When the endless night does come and <br />Life upon the Earth is done <br />No place for wanton souls to run <br />Their maker soon will meet <br /> <br />If you die before you wake and <br />Find you’ve made a grave mistake <br />Your prayers, too little and much too late <br />May find deaf ears to boot <br /> <br />But, if you wake before you die and <br />Take the blinders from your eyes <br />You’ll see that death is but a lie and <br />Live to see the truth<br /><br />Christopher Thor Britt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endless-night-5/
