'Tis my last journey I begin,
Death has sat down beside me,
And I shall not win,
Soon my soul shall wing free,
Back to my creator,
From whence I came,
Take this, my succour,
That on my lips I perish with your name,
My dearest friend,
And my only companion,
Now is the end,
And this realm I abandon,
All my earthly travels,
Have been made hand in hand,
We have beheld many marvels,
And been across this entire land,
I will die with warm memory,
Burning in my dying breast,
And go on my last journey,
To the final rest,
My only lament is thus,
That I must make this last journey alone,
As all sadly must,
Long ere together we have roamed,
And now I must depart,
Without you by my side,
But know this is your heart,
Soon outside of time I will abide,
But I will know the way,
And parted though we may be,
And long and sad may be your days,
I will keep a place for you beside me,
And await the day when you will come,
Making the last journey same as I,
Then with all mortal toil being done,
May we simply in our quiet lie,
Victors of the final battle,
Though we have as all must die,
Friends in marching and in the saddle,
And forever brethren beyond the sky.
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beautifully written. you have a way with words only also seen in victorian lovers' notes to each other, specially if exchanged before their way of love was even a possibility to the common man.
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