A lonely man sat quiet in a room
With nothing beside him but an old broom
When a knock at the door suddenly arouse
The lonely old man struck a curious pose
"Come in" said the man with no fear in his heart
Suddenly the door split apart!
"Your time has come!" the figure said
the old man simply turned his head
There stood a figure as cold as ice
The figure was far from being nice
the figure was a man with no skin at all
The old man felt his heart fall
Death had come to take him away
but the old man wanted to live another day
"My time has not come! I am still young
MY heart is still red and I still have one lung"
Death shook his head and said with a sigh
"You are old and dying, please don't lie."
The old man thought and pondered away
He knew how he would live another day
"Play me in chess and if you win I will go
But I win my soul I will not know"
Death pondered a bit then nodded his head
"Find but why are the difficult always dead!"
The old man won and cheered away
and Death left for another day
Many years pasted and the old man grew still
With cobwebs and spiders now had their fill
of flies that feast on uneaten food
the man sometimes ate him when he was in a mood
a knock at the door and the man call him in
entered a boy much younger than him
the young man said "your time has come"
"Yes it seems you have won
but how do I know?" the old man said
"Know what you insane old man?" death said sitting on a bed
"I am here to take you so you will be dead?"
"How do I know if you are death?"
"Can't you tell by the smell of my breath?"
"Yes but any man can not brush his teeth"
"This game you are playing is of far beneath!
I will go and come back one day and take your away
and there's nothing that time that you can say
So death left once more with a hug slam
leaving alone a lonely old man
As the world changed the man stayed the same
Suddenly everyone forgot his name
His house became fallen and dust
His metal had all turned to rush
Once more there was a knock at the door
Death had come once more
This tiny as a pale slender woman
this far the most inhuman
She pointed her finger and said with a shriek
"Now you shall turn truly meek!"
"You are coming with me and that is lie!
It is truly time for you to die!"
"Oh sweet lady!" the man fell to his knees
"My great great grandchild is gonna be born please!
Don't take me away just leave me be
let me see the end of my legacy!"
"Your wish is idiotic at best
But I shall leave you be lest
I am mocked for being heartless and cruel
but here you will stay and never leave but to clean up your drool
When I come back you will come no protest
for that, only that, will be best"
Many years past and his tree shriveled up and died
With no more for the man to lie
The cloak chimed twice and smoke filled the air
The man's heart filled with worry and care
Death opened the door and strode in with glee
"Now you will finally come with me"
Death took the man with care
As the man shivered and shook out of his chair
The death descended to his realm
There the man saw and his heart began to swell
His family smiled and took him with care
He saw his daughter and his wife so fair
He hugged his family and Death looked with regret
It opened it's locket and looked at his debt
There a star shone bright
It was it's only form of light
Another soul, all in order
At least till it started all over the next quarter
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Life & Death
Fantasya collection of short stories about people's interactions with Life, Death and Time