Death

While you were out occupied
With turning gold to lead
She was turning everything to dust
Then this dust is watered by the ever crying cloud
In this mud the seed of life retain

Whatever that you cling to
Ends up dragging you
Every strand of wheat she will behead

At the edge of fortunes wheel
The knife of harvest reaps
We encounter death her name is change

Let it die
Blinking of the eye
Underneath the white rose they die