San Francisco, California
I enjoyed my beautiful brandy with my best friend Melodee and we were both Fates that worked with Death.
“I see your glass is half-empty, Cassaro.”
“You know me I always look at it as if it is my last glass ever,” I winked at her.
Suddenly, a white skull appeared to the left of us, floating in mid-air.
“Danger lurks in the night,
Which will cause you a fright,
Be quick and agile,
Since timing is fragile,
Then grief transforms into delight.”
We both acknowledged the skull and disappeared into steam.
“They never listen to their dreams anymore, Melodee,” I stammered.
“Too thirsty for technology instead,” she whispered in sadness.
Melodee and I sat as invisible steam watching Gerald Carpenter “bradying down” where his heart paced down to the point of true death.
My melancholy mind melted and dripped fire tears upon my heart.
“Will he have…”
“No, Cassaro, no he will not have this eternal sleep.”
Gerald arose in the bed and noticed he was a double person. He became aware that he—was connected to the other he-still prone and unmoving.
“Who are both of you? Why am I glowing such as you? Where am I?”
Before I could speak Death’s music arose like a thunderstorm of magic. Death manifests in the room like a black and white Fourth of July. His bones crackle like fireworks and his black cape flaps as ebony fire. Hospital machines screech with end-of-life alarms.
“Dude! Tone down the bones!”
Death slammed his scythe into the hospital floor.
“Human! Unconscious or conscious?”
“I…” Gerald could barely speak.
Melodee and I become our human Fate form and stood on each side of Death, then placed our hands on each of his shoulders. We transformed into silky opal ribbons. The hospital melted away like a Dali painting. Thousands of souls traveled with the Reaper to the afterlife. Gerald was on Death’s horse.
“Whoa, I am not alone.”
“The dead are never alone.”
To be continued…
Contest: A Poem About Death
Sponsor: Broken Wings
THEME: This Eternal Sleep
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2018