now comes the whisper

it comes for us all

with it’s grinning foul pet

and swinging iron ball

it eats your light

swallows blood and bone

brings you an elixir

you can only drink alone

dark and beautiful

this silent kind of over

the last dandelions

landing in the clover

no laughing grandchildren

no giving away the bride

present the butcher’s bill

for a life of selfish pride

it’s quiet here and

strangely not bizarre

my love is still there

until you join me

on a star

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