A Drink with Death 


Last night I wrote an Ode to Death,
A lifelong friend of mine.
We sat before a winter’s fire
And traded tales of time.

He told me of the things he’d seen,
I told him all I’d done.
We laughed until the early hours
With every story spun.

And when the fire had flickered low
He turned and smiled at me,
And thanked me for the night’s repast,
The evenings light esprit.

We raised our glasses one last time
And drank to health and cheer.
He bade me well and promised he’d
Return this way next year.