When Death breaths down your neck…
Do you feel his presence too…
That cold shiver down your spine..
Hear the Piper calling you…
When I was younger,
And lost in my ways..
The Piper called me often,
Death knew my name.
At first he played his tricks with me,
And took away my friends.
Seemed he was always on my heels,
At every turn I spent.
I’d hear that tune in the morning,
When I’d dreamt the night before..
Of having conversation,
With Death at my front door.
The notes were just a little offtune,
Not meant for me but meant for you..
Yet Death just liked to play…
His witty games with me each day.
Eventually I lost,
My humour and my will.
Life just seemed to be,
One big rotten pill.
And so I pleaded with him then,
My only confidant and friend..
But Death just looked at me and said,
“It aint your time my little wench.”
I felt betrayed beyond whats real,
And went into a high pitched spiel,
Of how he’d stalked me for so long,
My want of an end couldnt be wrong.
I missed my friends,
I was alone in this place..
End it now,
I was out of faith.
But the Piper changed his tune,
And the song melted in the air..
And Death looked down at me,
With his icy cold stare…
But I could see he was smiling,
Though how I didnt know.
He picked up his scythe,
And in his voice low,
Told me a secret…
I’m not to repeat,
Told me His Secret..
Told it to Me…
And so now when I hear the Piper calling,
When I hear that ghostly tune..
I smile and keep walking,
Underneath the moon…
I’ll always feel Deaths breath you see,
Tingling down my neck gently,
For its hard to be the one he loves,
The Happy Bride of Death…
But its a Secret to the end!