Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Thursday, 12 March 2015
The Depths of Death
The Beginning,
It starts as a murmuring;
Growing louder with each passing breath.
From down the hall,
Its footfalls echo;
A soft clap of thunder with each step.
A knock on the door,
Bones rap against the wooden post;
Wind rustling through naked limbs of an ancient tree.
Within the room,
Shrouded in a robe of darkness;
Life fading.
At the bedside,
Anxious eyes widen;
Wildly searching for any means of escape.
A whisper in the ear,
Laying on of Primordial hands;
Sudden chill calming quaking heart.
A silent thought,
Easing of mind;
Recognition of a timeless friend.
Rising up,
without pain;
Relief in freedom.
The Beginning,
It starts as a murmuring;
growing louder with each passing breath.