My Death Is Very Near To Me,

We Run To Place And Power Over The Dead Bodies Of Those Who Fail And Fall; Ay, We Win The Food We Eat From Out The Mouths Of Starving Babes.

Men And Women, Empires And Cities, Thrones, Principalities, And Powers, Mountains, Rivers, And Unfathomed Seas, Worlds, Spaces, And Universes, All Have Their Day, And All Must Go.

Now, After These Things Were Done, The Pharaoh And His Queen Drove Through The Hosts Of Egypt In Their Golden Chariot, And Received The Homage Of The Hosts Ere They Departed Northwards For Thebes. At Nightfall They Returned Again And Sat Side By Side At The Marriage Feast, And Once More Tua Swept Her Harp Of Ivory And Gold, And Sang The Ancient Song Of Him Who Dared Much For Love, And Won The Prize.

My Death Is Very Near To Me, And Of This I Am Glad, For I Desire To Pursue The Quest In Other Realms, As It Has Been Promised To Me That I Shall Do.

That Which Is Alive Hath Known Death, And That Which Is Dead Can Never Die, For In The Circle Of The Spirit Life Is Naught And Death Is Naught. Yea, All Things Live Forever, Though At Times They Sleep And Are Forgotten.