(painting by Jeffrey Catherine Jones)
Death may take me
When I am content
When I have lived
When I have seen all that is
I might fall
My body might break
But Death can wait
His quota is full
I prefer to sleep
Dream of worlds I have not yet seen
And long thereafter
To be awakened
In a field in Elysium
Rather than stolen from this place
By a scythe
Born by a wicked beast
Who has a kiss that equals
Death
