| A Necessary Evil |
| Death, you sullen duality, kissing babies with your glacial lips. Pallbearer of the everlasting; your ceaseless breath, like a Nordic wind, chills the lock that holds the soul. Companion to war, famine, pestilence. Your verdant horse a sickly transport. Hades, your page, making room for your cargo. No choice in duties, unluckiest Angel. |