Drums thrumming
thunderous heart befalls
down the path I disembark
only to face my doom
cemented path had found its crack
through the thumping of my feet
I fall
only to rise and face my end

Slowly I make way to my grave
I do not fear death
only that of my beloved
as I lay in my tomb
I shall face the sunset
one last time
with visions of you
to hold me