Immortals

There are no immortals,

Magic is not a fantasy

But an escape from a colder reality,

Life is a complex routine

Until we burn,

Or down in graves our bones gleam.

There are no immortals,

We can search the sea

We can search the stream,

But neither will lead us to our dreams.

The life we choose is the life we lead,

Through pain or choice

There is no darker deed.

There are no immortals.

We live as much as we can,

Then we die,

We fade like autumn leaves

Forever separated from their mother tree.

There are no immortals.

There is only you, and me,

And one day we too  

Shall fall like autumn leaves.

For when called,

We have to leave.

There are no immortals.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammatical errors x