The Immortal

A Poem by Alan-a-Camden

Immortality. To live forever! What a temptation! What a hell!

As I crouch brooding atop the world,
I see men scattering below,
The same sight I've seen these thousand years,
For I have nowhere left to go.

The human heart and head weren't meant
For the immortality I've found.
My body's strong, but my heart crumbles
As my head tumbles to the ground.

I erased my death, my human age.
I did not know what I know today.
Then I destroyed my long work
When I found how it is to be this way.

All my friends have gone and left me
To grieve and hope to forget again.
How could I make new friends who'll die
Or, succumbing, scatter to the wind?

And those who die are happily rid
Of those who love to make men fall.
Loving the profit of despair,
They want their agony for us all.

I'm tired of this world where dark
Grows more desire for my soul.
Though I'll not kill myself for fear,
It's true that I cannot grow old.

I hate immortality. I'll go
To where men battle unselfishly.
Perhaps there I'll die for a cause.
Perhaps I'll meet eternity.

You will not find my research here.
All my research has been burned.
My advice to all who look for it
Is do not find the hell I've learned.