A Dialogue With Death... Copyright 2009 Michael Gibbowr Dedicated to the WW II Generation who literally Saved Democracy Defeated Fascism, Imperialism and Tyranny on a Global Scale
* Death... where is thy Victory? Where is thy Sting? Thou hast tempted and tormented But no solace dost bring
Reaper of Souls... Be they Honored or damned Why hast thou lingered...? Who bids thy command...?
Twilight Of days... Who's rest dost thou steal...? Whilst weary I wait... When wilst thou reveal...
The hour of day Thou comest to call...? That fate may at last Her bidding befall...
How long must I linger...? How long must I yearn...? Whilst ravaged by time As each breath I spurn
*Son of Man... from Dust thou hast come To Dust Wilst return... Thy Pride and thy Glory Why dost thou spurn...?
Time enough... and Thy Veil will fall... Why dost thou bid me to call...? Why squander thine hours in contempt...? Why wouldest thou mine Anger Tempt...?
Think me a blood thirsty predator And thy mortality mine prey...? Think me dismal... a menace... With thine Hopes held at bay...?
Why defilest thy crown With morbid array...? Why scornest ancestry With contemptible display...? Hearken O man to mine Counsel This Night Thy Portion 'tis Favored what'er be Thy Plight Take heed Son of Dust to which thou shalt return Trouble me Not 'til it be thy Turn...!
*Reaper of Men... I wouldest thou glean The yield of mine years... no longer green This Harvest I offer... with no remorse... For the Fruit of Mine Labors... have run their course
O Death, look not to mine frailties... Thine Anger... Kindle not at mine pleas... For weary am I... Of Life's wretched disease
Master of The Valley of Shadows... Liken to the snuff of a candle gone out... I bid thee extinguish mine light... That I might pursue mine ancestors route...
O Guardian of The Seventh Seal Thy calling 'tis Fatal and Grim Thy Purpose unflinching Whilst mine eyes ever grow dim
Why then, ought such as I tarry... To wither with each passing day...? Wouldest mine hour of Judgment Thus hasten without delay...
*Son of Dust... Misguided art Thou... To Measure Thy Days as a Field Put to Plow Think Not in such Trivial, Troublesome Terms Nor Vex Thyself with Temporal Concerns
Knowest not, Thou Art The Envy of Eternal Hosts That Thy Crown and Thy Glory art Treasured Most Amongst the Guardians of Thy dwelling place Who See the Spark of Creation Upon Thy Face
Seed of Woman... Why seekest thou solace within thy grave...? Where be the once Noble and Brave...? He that would fight for Honor and Truth He that embraced vigor and youth...
Light of The World... let not thine eyes grow dim Whose Spark and Sustenance be Found Within Think Not Thine Years a Burden to Bear Nor Thy Knowledge, Thy Wisdom, Nor Compunction to Care Hearken O man... to that which I Speak... Thy years... are yet Thine to Keep... Though thy beard be gray... and thy step be slow... This Be Not The Night...Thou art Fated to Go...
Thus Honor and Duty, Bid Thee Thy Part To Teach, to Admonish, With All of Thine Heart The Young, the Naive, the Fragile of Spirit So Tempt Me No More... Thy Calling... Fulfill it...! ~
A Dialogue With Death...
ReplyDeleteCopyright 2009 Michael Gibbowr
Dedicated to the WW II Generation
who literally Saved Democracy
Defeated Fascism, Imperialism
and Tyranny on a Global Scale
* Death... where is thy Victory?
Where is thy Sting?
Thou hast tempted and tormented
But no solace dost bring
Reaper of Souls...
Be they Honored or damned
Why hast thou lingered...?
Who bids thy command...?
Twilight Of days...
Who's rest dost thou steal...?
Whilst weary I wait...
When wilst thou reveal...
The hour of day
Thou comest to call...?
That fate may at last
Her bidding befall...
How long must I linger...?
How long must I yearn...?
Whilst ravaged by time
As each breath I spurn
*Son of Man... from Dust thou hast come
To Dust Wilst return...
Thy Pride and thy Glory
Why dost thou spurn...?
Time enough... and Thy Veil will fall...
Why dost thou bid me to call...?
Why squander thine hours in contempt...?
Why wouldest thou mine Anger Tempt...?
Think me a blood thirsty predator
And thy mortality mine prey...?
Think me dismal... a menace...
With thine Hopes held at bay...?
Why defilest thy crown
With morbid array...?
Why scornest ancestry
With contemptible display...?
Hearken O man to mine Counsel This Night
Thy Portion 'tis Favored what'er be Thy Plight
Take heed Son of Dust to which thou shalt return
Trouble me Not 'til it be thy Turn...!
*Reaper of Men... I wouldest thou glean
The yield of mine years... no longer green
This Harvest I offer... with no remorse...
For the Fruit of Mine Labors... have run their course
O Death, look not to mine frailties...
Thine Anger... Kindle not at mine pleas...
For weary am I...
Of Life's wretched disease
Master of The Valley of Shadows...
Liken to the snuff of a candle gone out...
I bid thee extinguish mine light...
That I might pursue mine ancestors route...
O Guardian of The Seventh Seal
Thy calling 'tis Fatal and Grim
Thy Purpose unflinching
Whilst mine eyes ever grow dim
Why then, ought such as I tarry...
To wither with each passing day...?
Wouldest mine hour of Judgment
Thus hasten without delay...
*Son of Dust... Misguided art Thou...
To Measure Thy Days as a Field Put to Plow
Think Not in such Trivial, Troublesome Terms
Nor Vex Thyself with Temporal Concerns
Knowest not, Thou Art The Envy of Eternal Hosts
That Thy Crown and Thy Glory art Treasured Most
Amongst the Guardians of Thy dwelling place
Who See the Spark of Creation Upon Thy Face
Seed of Woman... Why seekest thou solace within thy grave...?
Where be the once Noble and Brave...?
He that would fight for Honor and Truth
He that embraced vigor and youth...
Light of The World... let not thine eyes grow dim
Whose Spark and Sustenance be Found Within
Think Not Thine Years a Burden to Bear
Nor Thy Knowledge, Thy Wisdom, Nor Compunction to Care
Hearken O man... to that which I Speak...
Thy years... are yet Thine to Keep...
Though thy beard be gray... and thy step be slow...
This Be Not The Night...Thou art Fated to Go...
Thus Honor and Duty, Bid Thee Thy Part
To Teach, to Admonish, With All of Thine Heart
The Young, the Naive, the Fragile of Spirit
So Tempt Me No More... Thy Calling... Fulfill it...!
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