Ars Moriendi

 

Come on pilgrim!

Don’t just stand there waiting for it to come. And don’t close your eyes… If you do, beware of the nightingale! Cause it will feed on your sight, admiring your visions, capturing each glimpse of light as if it was the first time.

And you… You’ll be forever locked in a world of darkness, while the visions of the past drip along your face,  like a candle that feared existence, waiting for the final foo…

Cause the night is dark, and cold is cold, and the witches I’ve seen don’t have warts or moles…