The End of Days

At the end of days,
When all the secrets
Of the Earth are laid bare
And Death comes for the
Wicked and low or fair,
    I would be with thee.

As blue shadows glide --
Softly -- over hills,
Vale and moldering keep;
Through forests, across
Rivers and the vast deep,
    I would be with thee.

One last kiss goodnight,
My love, as lanterns fade
And we must leave these shores;
One last kiss, my love,
To last forevermore --
    I would be with thee.