Waltzing death

Epigraph: Love life then life will love you.

Season songs fair,
Year after year,
From day to day.
Hour by hour,
Minutes waltz quaint,
Farewell to seconds,
Every step taken,
I see my hellish heaven,

Should this bring me to ruination?
Northern Cross's eternal damnation,
Little voices beckon me to die,
Tuneful little ones that does not horrify,

What is to love about life?
If she flirts with all and all taken for wife?
I would rather die an undying death,
For death is my sure companion,
She holds me highest in her opinion
She never forgets about me,
And I shall by loving her,
Be her prince, her lover,

Love never turns to hate.
But arrows shooting at the heart-gate.
Death, I love thee 'tis my fate,
My world thou shalt masticate,
Into whatever pleases thee,
For thou wilt never leave me,

Oh, death, oh death,
What freedom is there,
If thou I am not free to embrace,
Lonely as I, fearsome as I, without a face,
Yet never place anyone in oblivion,
Oh, I will return thy perfect affection,
I will love thee, if everyone loves life,
I shall take thee, death, to be my dear wife,

Three quarter tempo tune,
Elapse second by second,
Away Minutes after minutes,
Hour by hour,
Year by year,
Every step waltzing away,
Lover's tune does never stay,

If I cannot resist thy light-step ditty-ditty,
I shall love thee to the bone, to eternity.


Luke Hsieh