Endless Time (Part Ii)
Death rose from his chair and with bow did depart,
vanishing quickly amidst grey early morning mist.
Now with seeming content, I returned to my bed,
tho' long night of dialogue still forefront in mind
held my slumber at bay washed by an ominous sense.
Compact betwixt Death and myself to reign eternal;
upon my doorstep Death’s presence shall not return.
Slowly, my eyes closed for a much needed rest.
Alone I now sit looking out my windows to ponder,
reflecting on past days and years and millennia,
as endless eons come and go in a twinkling instant.
I consider the pact made with Death in days long ago,
to wit, I shan’t reveal to save thee endless torment;
but relinquished my due: an honorable end to being.
Consigned, I am, to merely exist like that of Death
feeling not emotions of pleasure, grief, hope, or despair.
I watch the perpetual heavenly stars blink out one by one
leaving only endless dull, unadorned black velvet space.
And I dole out life’s length to each man, woman, and child;
to each living creature, to the wind and planets and stars.
I will outlast Death, no agreement made on this matter;
here afore life sprouted, remaining long after it withers.
I am to remain steadfast in eternal solitude unchanged,
For I am Time -- infinite, without peer.
Copyright © Michael Santner | Year Posted 2005
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