Last Thoughts

When the grim reaper roars my name

As shocking as that truth may come

The last thought in my baffled brain

Will be of you my twinly chum

When the pale horseman howls at me

As jolting as that whinny sounds

The last thought in my hopeful head

Will be of your sweet princely crowns

When the hard bone collector calls

As ghastly as that knell may loom

The last thought in my dumbstruck mind

Will be of us from womb to tomb