A final meeting
Peom on the infamous death. I find it interesting we give him humaniod form, seeing how it has been around long before humans. Perhaps it is to humanize death, so that we can feel as we can better understand it. For what we truly fear, what strikes terror into our very soul is that which we do not understand. We humanize death to get over our fear, but in truth we are only putting a mask on a formless and ageless face.
He came for me at night
when all the stars in the heavens were alight
When everyone was dreaming free
The man with the hood came for me
His knock was so soft and small in size
that the very sound seemed to apologize
But this was a meeting from which I couldn't hide
so I just simply let him inside
We sat in the living room for a while
His face shrouded in his black velvet hood
and mine painted with a sad smile
for shedding tears would do no good
At length he asked if there was any I needed to see
but alas I told him I had no family
No one to bequeath my kingdom of rocks
No one to find me that special box
At this he seemed a saddened case
but I wasn't sure for I couldn't see his face
Then he gently touched my wrinkled face
and, for a moment, I felt the world shift in place
It was over before it even began
and in what felt like moments I stood
watching my body being taken in the county van
And next to me stood the man with the hood
Taking my hand in his he shepherded me away
east towards the blooming of a new day
We walked into the awaiting light
and the very Earth winked out of sight