Memento Mori

Death is rarely graceful,

Wrote the man as the clock struck 3

Listening to the struggling pained gasp of death

As she stumbled by his door

He did not stop

For he wrote for the sanity of his soul

On this terribly quiet night

Death, the makers only companion

His words, the makers only salvation, and damnation

The candlelight danced on the walls as he wrote

Moving to the clumsy gait of death

She stumbled by his door every night

His constant timekeeper

The maker feared his companion in life

The old crooked woman who knocked by his door

But he could not send her away

For death was sad and the man, lonely

The clock struck 4