Andrew D. Miller (November. / New Hampshire.)
As I lay, bereft of slumber,
Above my roof sounds the dreaded thunder,
A sound I dread each time I sleep
For it is then that I feel the creep,
The creep I know is never there
Though always waiting in the air
For me to let the creature in
And let It underneath my skin.
Its name is Death, though I know not why
It comes to me so cool and sly;
So cool and sly, though ever persistent,
It has come to me, both near and distant.
It follows me wherever I travel,
And when it finds me it starts to unravel
The thread of my life which I hold so dear,
As it whispers its name, “Both Death and Fear”.
“You’ve eluded me for far too long”,
It whispers to me in its frightening song,
The song that none have yet to hear
Without being struck with fear;
A fear so deep you try to hide,
It is then It gets inside;
And while inside It plays host
To that which you fear the most.
And when you can fear no more
It grasps your heart and starts to pour
You life away until you’re dead
Only then will it leave your head;
It then moves on away from thee
And comes once more to try and find me.
I have run from it for many a year
For only once have I felt Its fear.
This fear I know to be the same
As it whispers to me its vile name.
He whisper once more, “Both Fear and Death”,
Yet He whispers one more in his horrid breath.
“More life to you I have sought to hand
So that you that may longer walk this land.
Though no more life to you shall I lend,
For, though Fear and Death, I am also the End.
The End to you and all of your brothers.
And my, but there have been many others;
Others of whom are very much like thee
I give more life which the world has denied Me.
I give more life to those I see fit,
To go about the world and better it.
I tell you this so you may feel shame,
For on all of you I put the blame.
You could have done much with the life that I gave
Alas, but alas, you chose to behave
As a child, and squander your life away
So I say, no longer on this Earth will you stay.
No longer on Earth shall you reside,
Though to Heaven or Hell I am not to decide.
And if you’ve the chance to look back and sigh,
I implore, I implore, always ask why.
Why you have done the things you have done
With the life of which you now have none.
I tell you these things so that you shall lament
The things you have done with the life I have lent
I say lent, not lend, the life you forsake
For now is the day your life I will take.
And no more to your kind, life shall I lend,
For though Fear and Death, I am also the end.”
Finally, at last, He enters my mind
Though He is not harsh, He is what you’d call kind.
Kind with his Victim, his Final, his Last,
For not only me, but the world does he pass.
For it is the end, though not just for me
It is also the end for them and for thee.
As away from my body I painlessly drift
I start to wonder “Shall I fall or lift? ”
I have no more time to ponder such things,
For the rest of the world, the Creature now brings.
He looks back to me; in his eyes I see proof
That all he said before was the truth:
No more life to the world would he lend,
For, though Fear and Death, He was also the End.
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