the blessing of the giver

not unexpected even kings must die

it was no secret everyone had heard

there was no cloud across the winter sky

 

you sense the shaping know that what went by

though it was sudden was when it occurred

not unexpected even kings must die

 

at their due time emit their one last sigh

while many gathered hoping for some word

there was no cloud across the winter sky

 

no final opening of one bright eye

not a hoarse whisper we had long inferred

not unexpected even kings must die

 

in a bright room with no friend there to cry

a century's tears nor declare absurd

there was no cloud across the winter sky

 

you have to dance as if you were to fly

a man no more but a returning bird

not unexpected even kings must die

there was no cloud across the winter sky