I trod so softly 'pon Death's door,
(He needn't know I'm there)
To feel my breath on the back of his neck,
Or the sound of my step on his stair.
I would sneak around this Old Man Death,
And come through the other side
Of his great and rambling manor house
(all his victims were kept inside.)
Like so many others before me,
I sought to evade his glance
I had hoped what he couldn't see,
would be favored by Mistress Chance.
So perhaps I should warn you,
With the last breath that I possess,
That you should beware that strange Old Man
And Chance, the flighty temptress.
I shall be telling of this to those
Who record on the other side
The adventures of those in the mortal world;
(For, as you know, I tried.)
And though in the end, I lost the fight
and succumbed to old Death's wiles.
I never will forget the day
When I first saw his smile.
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