Forceful March

All Trees do grow, but when do we,
Stuck in a whirling endless dream,

Forced to listen to whispers scream?

How do we tell the time to flee?
All Men do die, but when do I,

Stuck in a spiraling mare,

Forced to witness the others dare?

How do I tell my time is nigh?
With heavy eyes I’m forced to watch,

As Death gathers around and out

With a sinful and heartless pout,

The hallowed breath of the endless march.