Old, sallow death is watching you,
he’s waiting at your side;
just turn and he’ll be in your view
when time has come to die.
The sands are falling faster yet,
your hourglass wans low.
Here’s fading light: The sun must set;
The shadows surely grow.
Now darkness falls on all your dreams
as you fall into night.
You’re cold, you’re blind, you’re not it seems,
alone without a light.
Tale Told 