She Sang a Song to Death

She Sang a Song to Death

A 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

© 2011 L


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An amazing flow of life energy and ink. The tale of death doesn't have to be a tragic or a sad one, and you have painted the walk to the end of ones days in a beautiful and peaceful way. Much Enjoyed!

Aaron

Posted 12 Years Ago


this a powerful and moving write

Posted 12 Years Ago


noticed the title this morning and i hoped you'd decide to publish as i was intrigued! this reminded me of those old morality stories where death is characterised. i guess when it's your time to go you hope that death will be kind. glad she loved life too :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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