The World to Come

As I walk this lonely road
without doubt nor simple fear
the well-known man called Death
draws steadily near

I have played my game
the final whistle blown
I have leapt from my perch
stretched my wings and flown

Although most try to run
from the destined face of fate
with arms out ill greet him
after an extended absence wait.

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