I long for the many shades of death
and his sweet embraces.
I wish for my final breath
and the touch of graces.
There are those with lust laughs
and who are filled with life
but I seek my final “last”
and an end to this strife.
They say that He wears black
but that's simply untrue.
He wears more colours than dawn's crack
and many other hues.
So, I'll meet you 'round the final bend
and we can talk of the Road's End