A fairwell to things

Goodbye to the trees
Through which the soft winds blow
Goodbye to all the people
I never had the chance to know.
Goodbye to all the children
Who have fun in the sand
Goodbye to all the lovers
Who walk hand in hand.
Goodbye to the birds
Always chirping their song
Goodbye to the brooks
That slowly move along.
Goobye to the moon
My only lamp in the night.
Goobye to the sun
Forever burning bright.
Goodbye to my lover
To whom I bent down on one knee
Goodbye forever,
I'll truely miss thee.

Soul's Search
Mad with fright
An old man trembles
His remedy boils in a seether.
He knows it won't help
He knows he will die
Another victim of the red fever.

A soft rap at the door
Startles the man greatly
None turn to look at the sound.
His eyes grow wide
Fixated on the archway
Noise turns to silence all around.

It's then he sees
The door swing open
Death standing in the threshold
Raising his scythe
The old man screams
But his body has long since been cold.

Death opens his boney hand
Demanding a coin
For safe passage to the underworld.
The old man was poor
Not a penny to spare
Death lets his anger unfurl.

His scythe strikes true
Deep in the man's chest
Piercing his unbeating heart.
Death raises him up
In the air above
To complete the journey he couldn't start.

Into the river Styxx
The old man is thrown
To spend the rest of his years
A young girl sees
The old man is long dead
And sheds not a single tear.