Dark Gods

How soft the shadow creeps
the specter, Death, awaits
and something in me weeps
and something in me hates.
Above me, clearest blue,
above me, pine-tree bower,
and here, a living few
below, dark gods devour.

What time is left, we never know
nor know what is hereafter
What price is set and where we go
we'll go and pay our master.
And all the falls and stumbles made
unmade, turn into laughter…
or else, we ought to be afraid, 
and deem all life disaster