A Conversation with Death

By: Gamoneterik Posted on: July 31, 2016

“O, those red eyes peering from the black…” “What of it?”, spoke Death in Ugrach’s form, Sitting in Death’s chair, speaking in Death’s tongue. “I know you are the same as He, I know, for I have eyes to see. And those with ears to hear, have heard That death is not the final word. No matter how that rattle sounds, Or Who that throne ties to its crown, We mortals throw ourselves before The same two feet there ever were.” The same two eyes that hold the mirror, That same fell breath that fogs the glass. The same two hands that hold the hammer, Stalking prey to brain, their task. “I know my hands and eyes are mortal, Dearest Prince of Dead Eternal, But what they’ve seen and touched in Life Cannot belie the stark cold Truth. That You are one, as He with you, in Darkness, Is forever true.” The beast clawed back His withered hand, Reflecting on the hourglass’d sands. He spoke no word, and made no gesture. Thus cold dead silence was its answer.