No women in black

No women in black

No women in red

No men to speak of

On a night as dark

I walk the blind

A narrow path

The sea lies deep

To either side

It takes but a dog’s breath

To blow me under

To sink or swim

To rise or fall

There is little enough

To stay me

I am the executioner

I live or die

By my own hand

No sound of sorrow

No peeling bell

I don’t look back

I don’t look down

I walk this path

Unto its end

I will not fall

I will not fall.