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strings of death

1989

tie me up
lie me down
i see death's
shining shroud
and his smile
and his glimmering brow

hear the knock
on my door
and i know
what it is for
as the dark
of his night
hunts me down

  i see eyes
  over me
  i am weak
  by his glee
  and so death
  plays his hand
  for my soul

     grimacing white
     his table set to dine
     when death plays his song
     on my guitar

     his reaping hand
     sweeping though the land
     when death plays his song
     on my guitar

so when death
plays his strings
on my guitar
while he sings
my bones
wait white
for his sting

© Jacques Steyn