Run In The Dark

Run In the Dark

Such was that that darkness that so shrouded,

The beauty of the world,

Such hammering of the heart would seem,

To echo all around it

 

Though one could see naught but star,

Moon, and branch of tree

One could feel His presence

Breathing in the breeze

 

Through cold night air I run as quick,

As mine legs could carry me,

And yet, one cannot escape the clutches of Death,

However strong his heart may beat.

 

So there he stood, hooded and cloaked,

Under the dead oak tree,

As dark as the blackness,

And as cold as the freeze.

 

He seemed to drain all light,

That remained in that colourless world,

All sense of hope and happiness,

Replaced by doubt and fear.

 

This run had gone for many turns of a day,

Though strong one’s heart still pound,

And yet, one cannot escape the grip of Death,

However swift he may be.

 

And so it came to that moment in time,

Where I knew where chance would lead,

The last gulp of sweet air,

The last thud of the beat,

I ran straight for him,

And darkness covered me.

 

And there I lay in naught but pale skin,

In the whitest of places I’d seen,

He stood like a King in the hall of his castle,

And pulled me to my feet,

For though one may not escape the clutch of Death,

One may grasp His hand and greet Him as one’s equal and friend.