luni, 15 noiembrie 2010

Dead end

Death is labeled as the dark end
I have seen people fear this last adventure
Strange that a flickering candle is ignorant
And fails to comprehend the inevitable
Treading on serrated rocks with care
We risk a fall every moment, every step
Death follows us everywhere
It is not the inevitable End
As so many perceive it to be
But a tentative and gregarious fellow
Who vacillates to approach you
For a limited period of time
And then embraces with a zealous love
He is a selfless entity
Who has borne many a soul
Embarking on the essential excursion
Fear Him not
For the ground we tread on is brittle
And he walks but two steps behind
While irony smiles at man’s blindness

- by Cold

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