Thanatos

“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
– Emily Dickinson

 The darkness that fills the soul

To it's very utmost brim

Is the fear that sears the heart

Of those living on whims

Death- maybe the most despised

Of all of nature's enchantment

Lies at hand forever

They say, death is the ultimate truth

The only thing that cures us from our plights

Look at it as if at a friend, an irrepressible curse

A chasm that all must fall into

Into the darkness, that harbors the sins

They say, 'all must die sometime'

What time? No one knows

The spirits always reside in the unknown

All that cross the path of death, lie cold

A black raven, that sweeps down in a gentle glide

Taking all that live beneath it's stride

The web of Thanatos, an unescapable tenure

All that encounter, never are secure

Bones, and blood and iron and kill

All lie lifeless before death's  will

Be it Greece, Egypt, or the land of the golden bird

Death rules the heaven, and the earth

Though once Sisyphus might break through the bonds

The darkness prevails throughout eternity, and beyond

And those who witness, listen to my refrain:

Hear this not, for this is a knell

That summons thee to heaven, or to hell