Death's Note

Tho I be damn & thy damnation.
Brought forth from decrepit & insipid mortality.
& Oft I swear to here visage such devotion.
Thy actions proved, bare fruit to eternity.



My dearest love, doth death seem fair?
Kings and Queens must these laws abide.
By my hand & sickle your life I declare.
Common folk nor beggar upon streets may hide.

Be'ith thine heart not besieged.
In thy stillness sweet soul lay.
From here world's woe & sorrow be freed.
Weeping martyrs tears for thy shall pray.

Stare forth from thy pale eyes & last breath
Upon thy lips I place my name and note from death.