Die

Continue now... Unto the end
Where the field of grass
Sways gently with the wind
Beaming light
does sliver your sight
While rays of warmth
grip you tight
Keep you on the path
Keep you on it strong
Walk into...
Walk beyond...
The cover of life is drawn

Conscious

For all that comes of life and death
We travel on our merry way
Beseeched beyond our mortal breath
Glory is found in shades of gray
Tip-toe on down the narrow ledge
Fine the line that splits it in two
Heed this, is not a bet to hedge
One false step thy color turn blue
Mere mortals laugh at deaths visage
Be fools or paladins alike
They do not know the grim image
The reaper brings both day and night
Regard the path you step onto
Keep steady on your great virtue