• There are many questions
    I'd like to ask Death
    Before he's standing in my hall.
    Do you think he'll answer
    With a meak or broad voice?
    Or will he even answer at all?

    Does he wear flesh?
    Does he see with eyes?
    Are his lips forever parted?
    Did he, too, live once
    Upon this earth or
    Die before life started?

    Is he truly black,
    As stories say,
    Or is that mere fallacy?
    Does his heart feel
    Mortal pangs of love
    And break so easily?

    Is his breathing steady,
    And will I hear it?
    Will I see it, too?
    Do his footsteps
    Make a sound,
    Or glide above the blue?

    Is his coming scheduled,
    Or do I have time
    To look the other way?
    When he takes me
    Away from here
    Do I forever stay?