I see death sitting in my windowpane,

With nothing to lose or nothing to gain.

He’s been resting there for an awful long time,

Asking the same question in an unusual but intriguing rhyme.

As he repeats it to my delight,

I found the Banshee’s weakness in my sight

The secret of death is under our nose,

Even though it’s so obvious no one knows.

You shall understand it better when it’s your time to go,

So rather you die fast than painful and slow.