Oh morbid Death; no mercy whom you take;
callus your nature; fingers cold; none forsake.
Silently you approach; waiting beating hearts to still.
warm bodies of hope and life;succumb to cruel will.
You’ve taken her; what beast does this thing?
In blackness robed; vile thief of night are thee
you took her breath with sickle’s deadly swing.
I held her in my arms; you stole her yet from me;
Her lips are cold; eyes clouded, I curse your name;
Take me instead I implore you; why for her you came?
Gentle beauty was she and fair; half that made me whole;
What use have I of life continued; bereft of her sweet soul?
What harm did she do you; to take her in life’s prime?
While others you walk past; giving them more time.
Oh wake my sleeping love; cast off murderous kiss;
Let not him take you from me; beg you give this bliss.
Foul Death; so contemptuous, a villain without face;
Why take her life this day; depriving world her grace?
Stop my heart beating; take me, oh hear my plea.
Without her I am already dead; soul within does flee.
On this night, I will wait by cliff that overlooks the sea;
Meet me there Reaper; take me to my lovely Anna Lea.
Do not make me linger; but make haste let me drown;
I will rejoice at sickle’s strike; my empty heart lay down.
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