The death drum beats — when will it chime?
No chance to flee, no borrowed time.
A pointless leave — where will I go?
I do not know, I simply don’t know.
The hour creeps near, silent and sly,
Yet I can’t tell when or why.
—MM
The death drum beats — when will it chime?
No chance to flee, no borrowed time.
A pointless leave — where will I go?
I do not know, I simply don’t know.
The hour creeps near, silent and sly,
Yet I can’t tell when or why.
—MM