It comes for me, upon great broken wings
of feather and bone

Outstretching its hand unto me, ready to take me alone

The mind races as the last drops of blood are leaving my form,
The Sounds of battle no longer pierce the impending silence,
Shadowy forms of both brothers and foes dancing above me,
Though a radiant light cleaves its way through the darkness

Luminous bone, slender but strong, spanning the distance between us
In its grasp, an edge of bright steel, sharp as glare the precedes it.
This skeletal death, the embodiment of ending, now it comes for me
Take me away, to deaths everlasting company!

Im so very cold
I can no longer speak,
Death looms above me,
Take me to my sleep.

I see it before me now, in all of its splendour.
This grand vision of death, come to take me in its arms
I try to move, but its all in vain as my form is no longer
All other feeling has drained from me, yet i still feel its touch!

It comes for me, upon great broken wings
of feather and bone

Outstretching its hand unto me, ready to take me alone

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