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The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing gently amongst the background. “Perhaps someone left the TV on in the lounge, perhaps it’s a passing cars radio?” He shook his head and ignored the idea.The next day as the elder man was eating his lunch at the cold metal table he once again heard the same tune, curiously this time with muffled words. His caterpillar brow twinge as he struggled to hear the female voice. “Perhaps a nurse is hiding a walkman in her coat? Perhaps the management invited a band for this dull day?” Again he shrugged but on the third day as he awoke he rolled onto his hip feeling weighed down by his limbs, his chest constricting in pain. Weakness seeping in aching his feeble bones and cramping his joints.“No one ever warned me about old age.” He muttered.A few moments passed filling out his unscheduled day as he gripped his accent cane and wobbled about.Shortly after he took refuge from the warm sun under a gazebos wooden roof. He sat fully relaxed, simply enjoying natures sound. The finches soared overhead while the ladybugs landed on the cool damp grass below.His wrinkled lids closed. “Don’t be afraid, I am death here to cradle your spirit away.”Those soft words sent a chill down his spine.“Why would I think that? What has happened to my elder mind?”The humming grew more intense, his ear drums pounding like a jack hammer knife. His head spun in confusion as tiny beads of iced sweat dripped down his twisted pale face. Nausea and pain consumed him as he free fell from his revolting head game.Abruptly everything stopped. Not a sound, a movement, or even one thought. It was the nothing only experienced in life’s final moment. Two hands took his that wrapped around his ears.“You cant hide from death behind closed lids.”His eyes gazed at the hazy female face.“You’ve died of a heart attack.”The silhouette spoke followed by his name. Her black transparent creaturesque fingers stroked his tired face.“Your time on this plain has ended, I am here to cradle you away.”Though death had no face, no distinct features he found comfort in the void.His blazing spirit pulled outward from his slumped body. In awe he gazed at the lifeless shell, It appeared only to be sleeping.The old mans glistening face flashed a luminous smile. “Spirit me away all mighty specter, I have been ready for quite a while.”

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Death Pt 1

The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing gently amongst the background. “Perhaps someone left the TV on in the lounge, perhaps it’s a passing cars radio?” He shook his head and ignored the idea.The next day as the elder man was eating his lunch at the cold metal table he once again heard the same tune, curiously this time with muffled words. His caterpillar brow twinge as he struggled to hear the female voice. “Perhaps a nurse is hiding a walkman in her coat? Perhaps the management invited a band for this dull day?” Again he shrugged but on the third day as he awoke he rolled onto his hip feeling weighed down by his limbs, his chest constricting in pain. Weakness seeping in aching his feeble bones and cramping his joints.“No one ever warned me about old age.” He muttered.A few moments passed filling out his unscheduled day as he gripped his accent cane and wobbled about.Shortly after he took refuge from the warm sun under a gazebos wooden roof. He sat fully relaxed, simply enjoying natures sound. The finches soared overhead while the ladybugs landed on the cool damp grass below.His wrinkled lids closed. “Don’t be afraid, I am death here to cradle your spirit away.”Those soft words sent a chill down his spine.“Why would I think that? What has happened to my elder mind?”The humming grew more intense, his ear drums pounding like a jack hammer knife. His head spun in confusion as tiny beads of iced sweat dripped down his twisted pale face. Nausea and pain consumed him as he free fell from his revolting head game.Abruptly everything stopped. Not a sound, a movement, or even one thought. It was the nothing only experienced in life’s final moment. Two hands took his that wrapped around his ears.“You cant hide from death behind closed lids.”His eyes gazed at the hazy female face.“You’ve died of a heart attack.”The silhouette spoke followed by his name. Her black transparent creaturesque fingers stroked his tired face.“Your time on this plain has ended, I am here to cradle you away.”Though death had no face, no distinct features he found comfort in the void.His blazing spirit pulled outward from his slumped body. In awe he gazed at the lifeless shell, It appeared only to be sleeping.The old mans glistening face flashed a luminous smile. “Spirit me away all mighty specter, I have been ready for quite a while.”