The Latin title translates as "I shall please the Lord in the land of the living." The poem is about life and the inevitability of death.

Darkness breathes in evening’s ear
as Bacchus spills his red placebo
over the western sky

A moonlit skull grins through the window
a breeze blows by the sleeping child
memento mori, danse macabre

The seashell smoothed to a gleam in time
pink music plays past golden curls
pillowed in a dream

Patterns tracing phantoms of immortality
slipping through the hourglass where Kairos shapes
a picture of our broken shields
reflected by the sea