Treasure Island

The Silent Sword

(April 2,1997)

Death


My counterpart is nothing without me,
And I, nothing without it.

I care not whether you fear me.
I will find you in the end.
Run as far as you want.
My reach is everlasting,
Unending.

Where there is life,
There is
Me.

I do not do the killing,
I only collect.
And later guide.

I laugh as you flee from my grasp,
How you squirm in my fingers.
It is astonishing how some believe
They can cheat me.
The notion inside their heads is amusing.

They waste their time running,
Searching for a path of immortality,
A path of no existence.

With their focus centered on
Deathlessness,
Life was not lived.

I never lose.

There are some, very few,
Who do not run.
Instead, they walk beside me,
Greeting me like an old friend.


Only then am I not the only victor.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 11, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Run from Death, he simply laughs. Walk with him, he smiles.

- Half the Fortress

P.S. I am not advocating suicide or anything of the sort. I am expressing that you should not fear Death, and when the time is right, go with him, and let him guide you to a better place.

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