# A final meeting

Author: LovePaws
Tags: Death, Grim Reaper, Poem

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  

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