Olde Jack Death

“There are no bells
in this dry wind
that carries such a wail,
A whistling
persistent pell
echoes in the hall.

“No escape nor retreat
nor quarter will be given
we will all be hunted down
rotting and forgotten.

“Our very names
will be erased
scratched free from the page,
to make room
for another
be he champion or knave.

“Olde Jack Death
just loads his pipe
and has another smoke,
as all dear friends and lovers
prey upon the corpse
and steal every treasure
hidden in his cloak.

“Turn a card
or roll the dice
you cannot run from fate,
Olde Jack is very patient
he doesn’t mind the wait.

“No escape nor retreat
nor quarter will be given
we will all be hunted down
rotting and forgotten.

populaer smallfolke song from Tanbir date of origin or author unknowne

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