Thursday, March 11, 2010
As darkness is his very life,
he’s always in control
To roam in sheer destruction,
charging all a toll
No one escapes his heavy grasp,
to all; he knows he’ll call
But what to do now puzzles him,
so different white and small
To gaze upon pure innocence,
it shakes him to the core
Feeling fear for the first time,
something he abhors
Frozen by the sands of time,
as he chokes now on his guilt
Heartless as he walked the ages,
a reputation built
Would it be too easy,
to strike this creature dead
Alternatives are very slim,
that bounce around his head
To show it mercy tears at him,
it goes across his grain
For death is indiscriminate,
at random all are slain
Father time stops in his tracks,
to see him make his choice
Seconds now turn to hours,
as all in nature raise their voice
There seems to be an audience,
in this decision to be made
The wrong one could linger for years,
as he stares down at his blade
As he turns and walks away,
shame does cross his face
For death has let the rabbit live,
he cowers in disgrace
Mumbling to all,
he tells the tales from younger days
Then disappears into the woods,
surrounded by a haze
I would want to live longer...