Because death is never
an ending
only a beginning disguised,
so the skeletal knight
rides a white horse
with red eyes-
Let the old king die,
let the high priest grovel
for a little more time-
the children know
that a new sun will rise
and so bring flowers
to Sir Death,
that courteous knight,
who looks almost surprised
by a gift,
and reining in horse,
gently passes them by-



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