Tenants

A short poem about what we are and where we're going.

From The Chronicles of Death

Tenants

We are but strangers of our mind,
creatures caught in sorrow;
walking through the night so blind,
tenants of lives we borrow.

Fate steers us on it's lonely path,
slowly 'round the bend;
We are not spared his final wrath
Death takes us in the end.