The names are written on the walls
The Book of Life that fills the halls
Morality's song, sung and hung
From eternity's doors, one by one.
Those with eyes and could not see
Those with ears that would not be
Those with hearts closed and gone
Are last to know the song is done.
Standing before the Gates of Death
They cry to God, Let me pass!
Finding their knees, one time to pray
God in Heaven, don't let it be me!
Long gone are those whose hearts did know
The reaper takes but sows anew.
On winged soul, hearts that were true
Flown to a world grown fresh and new.
Many songs of friendships won
Words of loves now done
Will know gentle the feel
Of Father's reaping wheel.
Yet last I remain, a loyal son
Til the children are left and the beast is won.
To hold His Father's lamp for all to see
Know that I will not abandon thee.
Alone I have stood
Alone it must be
To perform the tasks
Chosen for me.
Mortality tasks me and begs a fall
Not to believe The Old One's call.
An asp may lay in the bed of truth
Delivered by tongue forked and not true.
In time, In time, rings the universe's bell
And silence preludes death's unwelcomed nell.
First to arrive and last to leave
Duty is fate, I chose for me.