Endless Night Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

Barely is man alive before
Death comes to claim his bride.
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet

Death feigns to court us from the rift of
Time and space. He sends his gifts of
War and plague and violent shifts
His harvest soon to reap

When the endless night does come and
Life upon the Earth is done
No place for wanton souls to run
Their maker soon will meet

If you die before you wake and
Find you’ve made a grave mistake
Your prayers, too little and much too late
May find deaf ears to boot

But, if you wake before you die and
Take the blinders from your eyes
You’ll see that death is but a lie and
Live to see the truth