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My father was too to parry the blade
As death's scythe swept through the one night
When we were busy other things
Dust filled his mouth and his breath
And darkness took his soul in this familiar

His body, wasted by the
His spirit weary the battle
He spoke to me, his son
Of all things save
I to face it with him
But his fear
I to speak of it

And we both saw death's dark irresistible form
In the far
We talked instead of evening
On walls

And so it
There were no proud and last words
No bright ringing final of clarity
He died
We kissed his warm face
And promised