Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphire eyes looked on.
I fear was replaced by cautious intrigue,
It brought the opening of its sleeve
to the opening of its hood...just beneath the eyes.
Ascended a rose of black,
whose thorns pierced the very air nearby...
whose image was of a dismal beauty.
"Human..." it spoke, "why do you tremble so?
My arm extended to your shoulder,
to never take you, but to ease your beating heart.
I never take, I have ever given.
Yours is a soul to which I give praise,
yours is a soul to which I give this rose.
A gift may you say, but from not I.
Beneath you is the dirt of the Earth,
gray with the ashes of history,
white with the sands of time.
Yet above exists the sapphire,
from where my eyes gain their comfort."
I hesitated, but above I gazed
to the blue lake of the sky...
The comforting and mysterious abyss,
of the only plain of existence I knew,
and back to the rose I looked,
to ponder on its dark and sacred image
"Through me is the road to the White Lights,
and the acceptance of this gift
will be your the omega of your time.
No choice have you in this reality or the next,
as time is the neutral force of existence,
and yours has come in my form."
Repose found my presence,
And from it did fear flee.
Took I the rose in hand,
allowing it to take me in turn,
into the blue lake of the sky,
where the year's of eternity awaited me.