Death's memento moriA Poem by Muse
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I saw today
Death's memento mori
he laughed at me, with
a grinning decay.
His shadowed hands,
eclipsing my verve.
I began to drift,
to see the unheard.
My vital force
displace in his world
I awoke................ And I stood to behold,
Death's wealthy estate.
Material goods,
and souls without fate.
All of this merchandised
and scattered out straight.
Then suddenly.........
He gave out a SHOUT!
"Choose" he said.
"But choose wisely!"
He began
to showcase before me
an interesting meal
hot off an offering plate.
A devil's pact, seasoned
with silver and gold,
representing the covenant,
waiting to be sold.
And this is what I saw:
A tree of life
demoralized
sprouting with fear.
My daughter of eight
as a replacement
for one more year.
A return to earth
as a paralytic
mute
and deaf in the ear.
Death seemed annoyed
as I turned in disgust.
My eyes slowly drew over
to a carpenter's cup,
covered in time
covered in dust.
"Give that to me, " I cried.
"I need to drink it!"
"I must! "
Death showed me the cup.
Inside I saw
the holy grail,
filled with a sweet elixir.
I could see the sacrificial lamb
I could see the fountain of life.
Death said,
"It's too late to drink from this cup."
He grabbed it away.................
"Pick your plate."
"You had your chance!"
"You're mine now!"
"Wake up!"
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