So I was inspired to write this from an episode of Criminal Minds where the killer writes the verses of death (from a 16th century ballad - Dialogue Betwixt Death and a Lady (http://www.contemplator.com/england/death.html) near the crime scene.
Stroke of Dusk: The Fated Visit
Winter’s breath finds its way
An open window by the fireplace
Hushed whisperings, embered glow
Silent knocking at the door
Night is cold, sky is dark
Rolling thunder followed the spark
Hidden by darkness, sheltered by trees
Secrets carried by the twilight breeze
Who could it be at the darkest hour
Innocent lives this beast doth devour
I welcomed in the hooded straner
My heart skipped fast and darkened over
Why have you come? I dared to ask
While I still prie, my youth not passed
Why not come another day
When mem’ries have grayed, take me away
He replied with words like ice
Shivers it sent, right down my spine
Your time has come so spare your breath
The end of your journey you have met
I’ll pay in bars or sparking stones
Strings of pearl and cashmere robes
I have a son, I beg you please
His wedding is near, I need to see!
Worthless they are when bones turn to ash
Your son shall wed in three months’ time
Time is not yours, nor even mine
Your wealth has turned to worse than mud
To serve your purpose it no longer does
When asked by others to spare some change
You laughed and walked the path astray
Come with me, I’ve heard enough
He is waiting, the one above
The time to face your past has come
From destiny you cannot run
Weakly I followed him through
Nothing more there was to do
Listen all ye mortal men
Death is faster than the stroke of pen
Live each day as though your last
The life you live will surely pass
Choose your course, careful and wise
And strip your pride, a foolish disguise
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