The Distance

When in the darkest hour, all hope lost
He clings to the cold rock with steady hand
Watching his blood form a puddle in sand
As Death approaches his breath starts to frost

See him in the distance, fog in his wake
As far as the eye can see, not but fog
For this city sleeps in this once know Prague
Simple Death, no hangings or burning stake

No screaming choir to tell their death tail
Endless silence beheld only with death
Long lost love, he says “ I‘m coming home Beth”
As Death approaches his heart starts to fail

As eyes close he sees the sun pierce the night
He dies with hope, a smile in sunlight