The End Is Near. Poem by Mountain Man

The end is near my friend.
Time to get things arranged.
A life pre determined.
A sermon on the dying.
Our love was never denying.
The last breath that we
We are one in this walk
together.
Our roads have crossed for a reason.
Our love in all seasons.
The end comes like a breeze
in the night.
Night wings soar upon the skies.
No trying to resist.
Let it flow
Let it rain down.
Let its mist bring the kiss
of death.