• iamabeer 13w

    The Death Song

    We met in a garden
    A garden full of roses
    The time didn’t even warn
    For now this garden is filled with thorns
    It laid it’s ice cold hands
    On your once cheerful face
    And wrapped around your body
    Is a white sheath
    Up it took you
    To a place with no return
    And there was the song
    Which Death had sung
    ©iamabeer