Thanatos- The death instinct
Grotesque, ugly witch the death
Hale and hearty me
Droughted, disdained, dead daze
In youth and passion, me
With a stale and pungent stench
Withered, wrinkled silhouette on the bench
Me with
fortitude, grit and imprudence
In mirth and merry I drench
When the dawn meets the dusk at mirage
The fortunes begin to tilt
The death merchants gnaw in deep
Shaking my invincibility from the hilt
Weary, old and grey, now I am
My face is pinched and sallow
My ears are in vacuum, for nothing I hark
I stare in nothingness and hollow
The witch, the death is ugly no more
Angelic, chaste face and soothing smile
Prodding me towards the eventuality
Prodding me towards my eternal reprise
Prodding me towards the eventuality
Prodding me towards my eternal reprise
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