Sadness in Immortality

The chill of death doth beckon so
But you and I shall never go
Two standing statues 'neath the moon
a perilous night without fortune
but danger's knife we'll never know
for surely, we're not meant to go
no action binds us to the grave
we seek impossibilities to crave
the night doth hide what the heart doth know
Our trepid desires will only grow

(1)
till bitter ties meet severed ends
then fearful promises will mend
servitude to disharmony
will only end in misery
thus you and i shall never go
to where chilly death doth beckon so

(2)
We long to hid from what we can't
we lack the courage when we shan't
the silver arrow pierced the moon
much younger then, and fear-consumed
we hid in wonder and in fright
our souls embraced unholy night
we see these memories with shame
our fear and ignorance to blame

we missed our one chance to be free
in long-discarded mortality