That was the last drop,
my magic is gone, all
healing and lime,
against Father Time
I would never have thought
that I could win
the battle, the mettle, beetle
and brittle, sun setting,
red in the sky, black behind me
that gate that will open once more
henceforth, I can still remember
that dying can somehow feel
like a dive into cold water,
you may not like it,
but if you do it again and again,
eventually, you will get used
to it.
And every act of power,
every majestic touch
into the Gods realm,
all of these rare moments
will become just parts of a dance,
your final one.
And if you lived your life
impeccable, you know,
the Latin translation,
'In peccare' - not to sin,
as there is only one sin
in our world, and that is
to go against your real nature
against your soul,
your heart...
...but I digress,
so, if you live an
impeccable life,
than even the Angel of Death
with stop for a moment
to watch your final dance.
No matter how long
or short will be.
And then,
the End...