The Immortal Pass

Death,from a distance away,
has forgone, the immortal pass.
Its blade of wrath, unconquerable,
A dominion of winding fatality.

Death plays games, of hide and seek,
of flame, admist a cry!
The child of hope, no longer lives,
as Death came winding by.

I have chosen the late,
the same song upon, my lips draw blood,
from her veins so queer,so ravenous,
that it has shed ,a stream of lies.

Chosen death over life,
envied, through the agony,
bore the child, in disharmony.
Eternal lies, as my voice was heard.
One last time. Yet, it still echoes.
undisturbed, through time.