Cry and Ocean

Take me in your arms this day,
Death be not so vain.
I shall not utter a word in defiance,
Evoke my joys, or lament my pain.
Have mercy on my soul this day
Show pity on your face of armour.
As I lie on your tundra waters,
Pull me down, where currents are calmer.
Wrap me in weeds, warm and soft,
Let me not regret your chill.
This frail body, I need no more,
You do with it, what you will.
And if my failing mar’s your pride,
I face you now, do as you may;
Prove me terrors and brutal vengeance,
Death be not so vain this day.