Death on the horizon

10.31.2015

And Death stood on the horizon

Atop a hill not far from me

And He 

Or She

Looked around in wonder

As souls in past taken 

Rose up from their rest

And wandered the grounds 'round my home

And on this All Hallows' Eve

Whilst I could see nothingness where a face would be 

It seemed to me that I saw the gleen of a smile from under The Hood

As Death itself felt the eve' and its magic

And all that had been reaped 'neath the great sickle

Stood up and danced a dance of life

That came but once per year 

And as those souls leapt and danced and shook off a year's slumber

Death turned its hood to me

And the echo of an echo of laughter fell upon my ears

And words 

Whispered from nowhere

You, you will dance this dance one night

And Death pointed its finger at me

And The Hood shook as from laughter 

And the great sickle dipped in my direction

As if to taste something for which it would wait

Patiently

I hoped 

Then turning away to watch the dance

Eventually 

As the sun peaked from the near horizon

The shadows slowly at first

Then with haste

Found their ways back to where they had come from

But Death did not move

Standing upon the horizon

On that hill

Overlooking my home 

And glanced back at me for a moment

Shook once more 

With laughter? 

And when all the souls had been laid back to their rest

Nodded its head 

And moved forward

Disappearing into the new light

I was left with the memory burned into my mind's eye

With the warning of my pending dance

But, perhaps, with a little less fear of the dying 

And rotting

For in the end

We all die

But occasionally 

We all get to dance 

©johnfklee