The skies of DHP

He takes the time to unwind his mind
and just watch the sunrise
and sunset
and all of the moments in between.
Bare feet resting ice cubes melting
down his chest as the crow silently
watches without judgement.
The sun continues to move.
It feels the way he imagines Death will
lying in silence
watching the world pass by you
as your closed eyes feel the turn of the earth
as the Sun passes by each day.
Images flicker past his decaying mind
He'd smile if only he were still alive.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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