I heard a knock knock knocking on my door

where I sat alone, (for I’m such a bore)

and I yelled, “Who’s there so very late?”

“It’s Death, come to celebrate

you being one year closer to your ending Fate!”

“Come in, dear friend, I don’t lock my door!”

In he walked, and muttered “You’re such a bore!

I come with gifts of drink, let’s go

and rid you of this pointless sorrow!”

‎”But Death, what if Fate finds me tonight!

The very thought gives me quite the fright!”

“Silly boy, you can’t hide behind this door!

Fearing Fate but makes you a terrible bore!

Let us go and brave the night!

And if Fate arrives, we’ll put up a fight!”

So Death and I walked out that door,

I, one year older, and less the bore.