Dusk and damp, dimming light.
The sweet and musty smell.
Of death by night,
I fear your unknown hell.
I hear soft voices drift away
As I approach your door.
So far, yet near, I seem to sway,
And then I hear no more.
At last my restless soul is free
From body, pain and fear
To know all things, all things to see.
Alone. No soul is near.
This realm of death, this vast expanse
Like space without the stars
Like falling through
An endless trance.
I laugh at life, for now I see
I smirk at fear of hell.
This is not hell, nor heavenly,
Just space without a shell.
I laugh at those who have their god
To strive for day by day.
There is no god, just mirk and mist
Where now I’ve lost my way.
With those who drink, and merry make
I raise my glass with glee:
“To death” at night,
Mere words to take symbolic’ly.