The Offering

Death's vision quiet let unchain
My weary bonds of mortal life
I'll sigh away my secret pain
Silent in dinning wordly (wordy) strife.

In shadows of its distant gleam
Fragile my yearnings fade away
Ablaze with life's unshattered dream
Joyful I'll at its touch gay.

A deathless chain of songs futile
I'll proffer as my greetings warm
With whispers sweet when it shall smile
And clasp me in its fondest arm!