Death came knocking last night, sat beside me
\nAll scythe and cloak and darkness
\nMyself wading through existence
\nSwimming, even, adrift perhaps<\/p>\n
Struggling to accept beauty for some time
\nI viewed him with curiosity
\nAnd maybe a little bit of contempt
\n“You took my Makaze from me, you know”<\/p>\n
They grinned a toothsome grin, wryly provided a retort
\n“Life is a gift, you know”
\nThere was a long pause; you see
\nI wasn’t so sure, with its repetitious days<\/p>\n
Silhoutted memories of love and passion
\nDanced in the voids of my mind
\nPunctuations of pain and a struggle for meaning
\n“It is what you make of it, and it’s for the living.”<\/p>\n
We sat together in silence, again, for some time
\n“So I guess this is good bye?”
\n“For now”, they intoned, standing up
\n“I prefer au revoir,” he said.*<\/p>\n
* – credit to Sir Terry Pratchett, adapted final line in “Mort”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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