We played these games.
Lifted pictures frame by frame.
When death came to fetch me,
I tangled him in my web.
Smiled.
Contorted his arms and legs.
The messenger awoke,
To find his body beside a stone,
Unable to lift his spirit,
Unable to claim his throne.
While the hill was sleeping,
I carried my burdens without shame.
If I don’t reach the summit,
I only have myself to blame.
The Man That Cheated Death
We played these games. Lifted pictures frame by frame. When death came to fetch me, I tangled him in my web. Smiled.