Should I go softly
To my death?
Recline
And say farewell to breath?
Oh no! not me!
I'll roar and howl
I'll scream at death
I'll tear his cowl!
I'll snap his scythe
I'll cast him out
The world shall hear
My final shout.
I've lived this life
In fear and pain
In death,
I'll not take this again.
I'll choose the time
I'll choose the place
I'll leave
With smiles upon my face.
I'll chase the stars
Dance on the moon
A merry jig
To my own tune.
No, softly
I shall never leave,
Nor expect
A soul to grieve,
For I will go
When it suits me,
Then I'll depart
Quite happily.
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Owain Glyn
