Death Speaks

 

I stand with My scythe in My hand,

My flesh pale and cold.

I have no heart beat

I have no breath

My eyes have no flame or glow.

 

I am the Death Maiden

I am the Keeper of the Vault

I am rancid and sacred

My mercy cannot be bought.

 

Your soul is not your own

Alas your body is Mine

Pass your life in misery, Mortal

For you have nothing but time.

 

In the end, I will own you

All your work will turn to dust

Your heart will wither

Your memories fade

And cobwebs spun over your lust.

 

The Gods have said this is fair

Each strand on the Web must be cut

So live free while you can, dear Mortal

Before the Gate is finally shut.

 

Image Note: There is some debate to the artist responsible for this arresting white marble sculpture. It is attributed to Jaume Barba but it seems quite likely that it was created by Joan Fontbernat.

 

 

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