I greet her as i leave my door,
i glimpse her oft in times of mourn,
she holds me in adamant awe, paralized... as i view another answer her call.
Every time i take a risk, i see her, waiting, ready to take me hence,
i have courted her oft, in my past days, once, i almost fell... into her cold embrace.
the day our courtship comes to end, ill take her by her pale, cool hand,
and off to where?
only God may know.... until it is my time to go.
i hope to court this fair&terrible maiden,
until i turn one hundred and ten,
but if i have to go afore then,
i hope she takes me sweetly, tenderly, hence, to the place i shall face, my final judgement...my final place of rest.

-Paul Ferguson