Dreadful Days

From my collected works "The Echo". This one perhaps a riddle of sorts but with all poetry there will be more to it then the first read.

Oh how I dread that fearful day.

When my immortality runs out.

I fear I have drank too much already.

Am I doomed to have so little now?

 

A gamble to pay and a price to rise.

Will I gain any more?

The thieves who stole it shall never use it.

Am I doomed to have so litle now?

 

Breathing so heavily I draw down the stairs.

Entering my shelter I grasp for my vial.

The last of my immortality.

 

I pour it within to drown the death.

So Parched does it leave my tongue.

Tempted I leave to live on and on.

But never for now for it is all gone.

 

So close was I to having it all.

But now it drains at my heart.

And now I will go upstairs and cry out my immortality.

Author's Note

Shoot.