Aye There's More To Death Than Life

I have been around and if better things I do with death of dreams I've found. From my perch I watch, I have heard the talk of prolonging life and if I'd ever come. If by example I would set to rapid of a pace I have looked upon the empty streets at the saddest faces that I've ever known. None call out to me O' death come take my life they say instead that I have passed them by, I hang my head. Street to street, from house to house none answer to their name I have called out and closing eyes, unwilling I explain. I have no wife, no daughter or a son I've been proclaimed by Kings for those died well that did not call me back in life to dwell. Since I'm acquainted with the darkest night there is no wrong or right though there is light.