"There, there, My Dear, Why Do You Cry?
You Think You'll Not Live Once You Die?
You'll Live, My Love, Among Us All
We'll Haunt at Night & Cherish Fall
"And As You Hear These Final Words
They Leap Upon in Evil Herds
To Fuel Themselves with Soul & Air
You Watch the Feast But Cannot Care."
"Then All at once, You Now Belong
For Final Death is What You Long.
But Nothing Ends Your Madness More
Than Next Year's Knock Upon the Door!"
(Excerpt from "Knock…" by Ron W. Roecker © 2011)