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Tea with Death
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Death sits in my kitchen
with folded wings.
Sipping tea,
smiling at me.
This is not unusual, for him to visit.
We have known each other for eternity.
There are times when he said "come",
and I said, "Don't think so, for I'm not done."
He chuckles at me then.
Charmed that I hold no fear.
There were times, I begged him, to wrap me in his wings,
and he said, "Don't think so, for you still have things
to finish."
But, he would hold me for a bit,
and let me rest
my head upon his chest,
reassure me this was for the best.
Death sits at my table,
whispering to me,
of things even he does not fully understand.
Man's cruelty to man.
Our lust to shed
our own blood.
Yet shouldering the blame unto him.
We scream out and cry when we see him near.
We fear...
because we do not know.
There have been times
that Death and I have danced,
slow waltzes,
In which we debate if I go or stay.
There have been times too,
when we have fought,
struggling over a life.
Sometimes I lost,
Sometimes, he allowed me to 'win'.
For we both know ultimatley he does win,
but for now he steps back.
This is the face he has chosen to show me.
He does have others.
He can be cruel and harsh
a nightmare within itself.
But, for today,
he sits in my kitchen,
with folded wings.




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