Death

• Grace Paul, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

Death
I meet him at the crossroads, leading to my destiny
Where the paths of life and eternity part their ways
And I choose him to lead me.
Death
Together we stroll along that path of utter darkness
Where not even the slightest shard of penetrating light can be seen
Until he says, "It is time".
Death
He cuts the rope with a mighty swing
I fall freely, loosed from the bonds of my existence
As his farewell echoes, plangently resounding through the ages.
Death
I am forever indebted to him
For gifting me with a quietus of life
Leaving me now to soar upon eagle's wings.