She Sang a Song to DeathA Poem by L
She sang a song to Death at dawn,
Just as the sun was slowly drawn From the sea into the sky While Death sat listening nearby And breathing in her fragile voice, He sighed, and offered her the choice: "You are so young, but pain is real And you will cry for all you feel. Come with me, for what is best, Is knowing nothing besides rest." The young girl smiled, "why thank you sir, But just for now I would prefer to stay here in this world of pain, For sunshine always follows rain." She sang a song to Death at noon And he arrived to claim her soon. The afternoon, a sweltering haze, She raised her eyes to meet his gaze "You were right in all you said; Many a time I've wished me dead" And Death was sorry for her pain But she had chosen to remain And when the living still have will It is not Death who seeks to kill. "So", he asked her "will you come?" She shook her head "I am not done And though I'd love to leave with you, There's still too much that I must do" She sang a song to Death at night When stars had set the sky alight. She sang it to him half-asleep; A song so lovely you could weep. When Death arrived he did not speak, He saw the world had made her weak. He paused a moment, quite confused, The world had left her hurt and used, But in her eyes he saw a smile; She'd somehow loved it all the while. She stretched a frail hand to Death He took it as he stole her breath Then held her at last in his arms, Out of life's reach, away from harm
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