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In that moment when the water closes
In around your head;
When you feel your heart, and it doesn't start,
And you see that you are dead;
When life and death with each new breath
May take what you hold dear -
Then is age an honour, and a Page
Become at last a Seer.
In that moment when the music plays
And a corpse may wait for you;
When Death calls late to take you home -
To take what's to him due;
Then picture frames and shadowed names
Are all that may remain -
Immortals see all fade away,
But yet they stay the same.
In that moment in the silence right
Before the gun is fired;
When you must make a decision,
Though it be your funeral pyre;
In the moment when the music steals
Away all thoughts of peace,
Take account for what's important -
For which you'll die, at least.
AN: Yes, this covers much of the same as In That Moment - I did say it would work better as a poem... *sighs* Of course, my mind decides to cooperate at three in the morning... But regardless. Thank you for taking the time to read this!