The Willow - Doctor Smoke

Withered hands grasp an empty hour glass

The sands of time have passed you by

Do not be afraid of the end, I pray it’s but a transitory phase

Behold!

The moment of transformation

Take part in the reversal of your creation

Shed life to be born again

Scattered ashes like dust in the wind

As the willow weeps the hand of death creeps

Into your chest and steals your breath

Final exhale takes you beyond the veil

Enter thee and become free