The Fragile

Time has spun its line, and met it's end.

Choices made, too many sins to

repent.

His presence is still and alarming.

As I gaze upon the eyes, they stare back like two black holes consuming all life, it shows my mortal life was weak.

And with a furrowed brow, he asked, "Does Death become you?"

Where did it go? This life run short.

I remember so little as it ran its course.

His closeness feels cold and frightening.

The dark shroud surrounds me, pulling me to lay down in unpleasant dreams, I know my mortal life was brief.

And as he bowed his head so he said, "Death becomes you."

These brittle bones and diseased flesh have no strength.

No chance to fight, no shot at redemption.

The darkness seems calm and inviting.

The icy hand opens toward my clenched fist. The door closes, a chapter ends, my mortal life is seized.

And with a toothy grin he exclaimed, "Death becomes you."