Hijo De La Muerte Poem by Aram Stefanian

Scared stiff, before the black tunnel you stood
When somebody took your hand and led you inside.
''It has happened, '' you heard, ''You are now worm-food.
I am your final pilot to take you to the other side.
It's dead easy for you to fly thru the dark passage.
What about the light at the end of it, I'm doubtful.
It depends on your soul: it might be unclaimed luggage.
A higher law restricted admission: heaven is chock-full.''
''If you're an angel, '' you asked, ''Why not show up yourself? ''
''Hijo de la muerte, '' he said, ''I am a son of the grim reaper.
I wanna kill your pain and loose your pure self.
My father can make you happy: he's your eternal keeper.''
For a split second a light gleamed in the inky dark:
A cute kid's blue sorrowful eyes emitting a spark.