Dining With Death

From -- The Chronicles of Death



Dining With Death

Death is sitting at the table,
he's dining on our lives
try to cheat him if you're able
but watch his hungry eyes.

Invitations are to die for;
life is on the menu,
there's no escaping to the door
for those who top his venue.

The waiters are but Angels free,
there to show the way.
Death is the host and maitre de
on our final day.

The noose has tightened round' our neck
we're sitting face to face;
waiting for the final check
and an exit from this place.

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