When She Comes

An insatiable quest to know
What's out there, where am I to go?
Ever elusive death will show,
On that day I'll follow in tow.
My unending fascination
One day drives me to salvation,
On another, meet starvation.
I see death as a vacation,
A reprieve from unending pain,
From struggle, and numerous bane.
Though I do not welcome the drain,
I have no fear of the profane.




Short poem I've been thinking about for a while.  Bit of wine lubricated the creative cogs. Like I've said before, I'm just another poet with a morbid curiosity about what comes after all of this.  I don't think death should be rushed.  When she comes, I'll fight like any other animal on this Earth...But after my fight I'll walk willingly, beside her, fearlessly, unlike so many others.  Does anyone else still think the Reaper is female?  I like the Viking's take on Valkyrie.