Someday

On a spring day,

Full of light, full of life

Or on a winter night,

Frozen in darkest frights,

It will –at last-- be my turn,

They will call out my name.

No word to say,

No time to waste,

We will be in haste.

And I will leave

walk away with him,

Arm in Arm.

and i will wisper in his ear,

with my cold breath,that,

"O' death, at last you're here."