A different take on a timeless tale
Of the first fear of every creature
Which ends with others' wail.
The same event keeps on repeating
Yet people refuse to accept and
Keep waiting for Eternity's greeting.
They forget that death is the end
That no one, not even me,
Can even try to cheat or bend.
Every soul around me just mourns
For the life he did not live fully
Making me an object of his scorns.
No one ever thinks about me,
The one doing this job wordlessly
Bearing the hatred the rabble have for me.
The loss of their dear makes them lonely
But what about me, the one, who
Roams these realms unloved and lonely?
Silly humans, why can't they see?
That taking their souls is a thankless task
Which does not provide me any glee.
Alas! Not even one tries to understand me
Or look past my black robes and scythe,
I guess I will never have my own fluke.
This silly race would keep hoping for my absence
Until the very last breath, until I would come
And erase the last speck of their existence.
Mumbling prayers for the latest dead,
I flew away in a gust of dust and smoke
In search of another helpless head.
We all live in the fear of the arrival of Death. But what about Death himself? This poem is a take on Death's thinking about humans.
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