When Death Came Singing

“Sit down, boy… The fire’s burnin’ low, and the night runs long. Every man’s got one song left in him — And tonight, I’ll sing you yours.”

He came to my fire, in the cold night air, Smoke in his eyes, and a hollow stare. He said, “Son, the road don’t end with dawn, But every man carries his final song.”

When Death came singing, I couldn’t turn away, The voice of forever in the chords he played. Not a curse, not a blessing, just a truth so near, When Death came singing, I could finally hear.

The strings were thunder, the notes were flame, Every line he sang carried my name. He said, “Boy, the grave don’t steal your breath, It just writes the chorus you left unsaid.”

When Death came singing, I couldn’t turn away, The voice of forever in the chords he played. Not a curse, not a blessing, just a truth so near, When Death came singing, I could finally hear.

When Death came singing, the night stood still, Every shadow listened, every star bent will. Not an ending, not silence, just the song so clear, When Death came singing… I could finally hear.

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