A LETTER FROM DEATH

A Love Letter From Death.

Dear Beloved
You would not know this but I have been around before the creation of that metaphysical dimwit that calls himself Time.

Pardon my language, I didn't mean to be so sardonic.
I have seen many things on this planet; many amazing and terrible things but I never expected to be held captive by an ordinary-looking human.
I was making my rounds, doing a job that everybody hated me for, don't feel bad I never took their hatred for me, personally.
Making my rounds around the hospital wards, I heard you scream for the first time.

I stopped, the vibrancy of your whelp sent a shudder through my vessel that made my sickle clatter to the ground.
I decided to keep an eye out for you.
Watching you grow and wade through life has been a pleasure.

There was a wild abandon with which you led life. You were a wild horse running free along the slopes of life. Your hoofs left indelible marks on the path of life. Each powerful stride you made was accompanied by a grunt yet there was a look of excitement on your face.

You never gave life the seriousness it deserved because you felt it was not such a big deal.
I watched you pour yourself into your passions and words wouldn't do you justice.
Moses needed to lift his arms to make the sun stand still but you only needed your will to bind the hands and feet of time.

I went away for some time and it was hard being away from you. I sought my way back to you. When I got back, I immediately searched for you.
It's funny how fast that dimwit flies, you were no longer a cute cherub but a fully-fledged human.
I was afraid that life, that cruel mistress would have made you a cynic but how glad I was to be proved wrong.

I finally saw you under a tree, your back against its trunk, hair billowing in the wind, eyes closed as the guitar elicited symphonic moans as your hands deftly made love to it.

The birds chirped as the voluntary orchestra, as they gently followed the rhythm of your guitar.
Finally, your voice sounded, my sickle dropped.
Your voice still had the vibrancy and exuded the vigour I had cherished all these years I was away.

Despite all you have been through, you never cowered, never gave in and this was you letting life know that you were still standing.

On a windy afternoon, by the riverside, an ordinary-looking human-made death cry.
I wanted nothing more than to get that dimwit and lock him up in a cage so this moment would forever stand still.
I always cherished that moment.

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The horses of time raced on, and we met again.
Life could only destroy your body but it couldn't tame that wildness in you that made you run free.
I approached you with dread and for the first time, I hesitated. You finally saw me for the first time, and your eyes flashed with understanding. You beckoned me, and I came and took your hands into mine. For what seemed like an eternity, we remained motionless, you finally broke the silence as you said
" it's okay. I don't hate you. You are taking me to the rest I have earned"

For the first time, since before creation or the big bang or whatever folks call it these days, I hated my job.
You are no more, but I will carry you as I march through time.
I'm jealous of wherever that will have the honour of welcoming your soul to its realm.
You made me wish I was mortal.
Rest well my love, life is sure bleak without you.

Farewell
Your Gloomy
Death