Treasure Island

Ofentse Mercy Hajane

(1992-04-23 / South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville)

Death: Lady Death


Down the dark domain
Sat Death in solitude and Pain
Revving in silence
Cold tears down his hard bony cheeks
Eons hath passed
And his work he hath honorably done
But time he is to kneel to the Gods above him hath tipped
'O' lords where is thy mercy? '
He gravely asknth
His despair wondering of in echoes in his dark kingdom
Raising high his cold hands
'Far too long hath I been as one
With none of my kind but damned souls to ease my lonesome'

Glaring down the rocks that men hold of home
'Even men thy foulest inferior creature hath with it a companion
But I the ruler of all that is Death hath not'
His dark domain remained cold
And utter less of any word
Faith hath already broke
When striking from the nothing of darkness
Were illuminated spheres... dozen of them

'O' dear Lord Death
We hath heed thy request
And we here to offer thee thy wish'

'O' Lords of dimensions
I beg unto thee
I gravel in need
Make me one to call mine own.
For this solitude hath driven I to madness
And feats of great sorrow and despair'

For moments silence fell upon all
Humid clouds of thrill possessed Death

'O' Lord Death
why should ye be granted a companion?
For ye are but a cold evil God
Devoid of any emotion'

Death's eyes widened in disappointment

'Nay! She Goddess of light
I hath been neither good nor evil.
I am Death
My duties are of which is to depart mortals from their worlds
And I do what is of what I must'

'And what dost thee saith about love, Death?
Hath thee never been overtaken by cries of the loved ones ye hath snatched from them? '
'Aye! ! '
The deep cold voice of Death replied
'It is that of the name of love that the desire to hath mine own arose.
The same love that hath made ye all the desire to create life arose'


The Gods and Goddesses
Lifted from Death's Kingdom
With kind full words

'Thy wish hath been granted Lord Death'

And in the midst of darkness
Arose Lady Death
Fit for a king of darkness
A queen of terror

To the very day
Think not that Death feels not thy pains as he snatches thy loved ones
It is of Love that he does so....

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 07, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

('Lo! Death has reared himself a throne in the strange city
all alone...'- Edgar Allan Poe)





'Death is a strange thing isn't it? We despise, yes, but yet we know that without it we could have never found the meaning to life.' Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Inspired by Herbert Baker: the dark lady story
And Metatron's (Bobby) poem.

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