I know I have to go someday, away
from all the bustle of this life. I know
that nothing lasts forever and I’m not
the one that makes of this a theory,
I’m just more proof. It used to be I’d say,
“I wanna live until time’s end and show
the gods who’s boss!” But now that I have got
to live this much of life, I’m just glad to be.
If I could ask one thing, just make one request?
This life’s been great. I want no soft release.
A poet doesn’t die on the golf course.
Warrior poets end with some great test.
I’d like to go while fighting some great beast
While Valkyries come for me, with a horse.
(Certainly not my best but it’s sincerely intended. I am a horribly romantic person, after all.)