The End Begins

The End Begins, January 2006

Death,

Of which we speak of

Only in whispers,

Has come for me.

Celebrate,

And shed no tears!

( For me, or yourself!)

Our time here, is short-lived.

So be of good cheer, my friend

And do with your life

Everything which is possible!

As for me,

I have my ticket in hand

And now I depart on another

Adventure!

***

The horse and rider

I once saw

In my younger days,

Has returned.

I heard them gallop towards me,

In the darkness;

The sound of his black cloak

slapping the air;

And his horses shoes

Cutting the stones,

Like breaking glass.

***

When the horse and rider blocked my path,

the moonlight reflected

Pearls of sweat,

dripping from the horses flank.

And while sitting high upon his stallion,

This messenger leaned towards me,

And thrust a document into my hand.

Its wording made demand,

That I hastily accompany him.

Whereas, in my youth,

This same rider tried unsuccessfully

to deliver his manuscript,

Upon this visitation,

I offered up my hand without hesitation,

And took my seat behind him.

***

I cannot wait

for you to accompany me

On this journey;

But, I do promise to express recognition,

The next time we meet;

Or possibly, even love.

It matters not where I go,

With this Dark Horseman,

As long as the ride is swift.

For I have lived my life

To the best of my ability;

And,

I have experienced

As much as

time would allow.

--Rendo