Death's Errant Son

By Willow Taylor

Here I am, I'm Death's Errant son
You needn't fear my father,
Only I must shun his touch
He comes to you at life's end
When the pain becomes too much
So when your time comes my love,
Be not afraid to take his hand
But I can never go
To my father's shadow's land.
In that alone I envy you,
Your life that burns so bright,
So warm I wish to touch you,
But know that brings only cold
And that is no comfort to you
In times when you grow old.
So take my fathers hand,
When the time comes for you to go
And remember the end is only
A different beginning