Death Upon A Winter's Stroll

Death upon a winter's stroll
for all must feel it's sting
and all the while in summered style
he holds the gifts he brings
We walk these miles in heart's denial
that true this day must come
and all the while in summered style
two hearts have had their fun
Ol death knows not it's subtle smile
not once to taste it's kiss
and all the while in summered style
the seasons pass with bliss
Yet now as winter's calling
and the light on journies wane
death upon a winter's stroll
has come to sun reclaim
Two hearts no more beside it
seems that winter's took it's toll
the summer sun so fleeting
leaving death upon his stroll