The Tale Of Death

The Day Shines Once More

"The Day Shines Once More,

And With this,

so do the birds sing again,

That song that they always sing when they feel the sun.

The Sun shows its face to the world with the bright grin,

That grin that shows us the light,

But that soon finds death once more,

Showing the child the grim sight of their friend,

Their father their mother,

Their brother or sister.

And so the day soon fades away,

And reveals the ugly- evil black."

"The day, they said that poem holds the ugly and determinable truth in it that is sad and dark. They also say that death will be eternal, look where that gets us," I said.

We were standing in some sort of a weird parlour, one that still had even yet become more than just a home but a place of already haunting memories. The man who looked like me and said my name. The one who knew my life as though he lived inside me already and had been thrown away as soon as he was ready to become aggressive. His anger, his hysteria seemed to not just be targeted towards me but to everyone around me and everyone who lived. His fury was towards me, yes, but I believe his hatred was for life, not death. Death was not his target but he was targeting the living people and he seemed to have not known of my incapability of death... perhaps he does not know the feelings I have as bitter thoughts but only the ones of passionate and happy memories. He himself seems to be the one who is all of the emotions that are bad, anger, sadness, hatred, depression, anxiety, all of them, he has taken them upon himself, He has taken up the sadness I once held close. The only thing about him that was similar to the way I have been feeling was the confusion at the very end. His hysteria was clouding his thoughts, his confusion. This confusion seemed to be the same confusion that I had. He can only feel how I once felt as long as it is not a positive sentiment of the new life i can now live.

At this thought the parlour seemed to darken and groan. Something upstairs started to slide and for the first time in his life of apparent endlessness his eyes rested upwards and saw something that was not expected. A woman was up there, seemed to be that she was confined to a wheelchair and she was calm. She must have seen us. Death and Time and even me. She had to have seen us or else she must have been considerably blind. Her voice seemed to be echoing like Time's and she herself seemed calm as she spoke but her voice was holding a considerable disdain. "Seems Jenna died out, eh? Ain't that the pits. Well, she did seem to need a person with helping her let go of people and life. Disappointing all the same that she passed away. I am guessing she went out with her flowers nearby?"

"Whom might you be," I asked her, calm as can be as I looked up at her. And at this, she seemed to hold up a book that had a label saying something that was not able to be read from the distance I was at so far. "I am a simple, nimble fingered woman who has a book that seems to update at every moment of every day. A book that has the name of a man who seems to be quite convoluted. Koatoir is the writer and yet, it still is updating itself to this moment."

"Wait, wait a second, what?"

Even Death seems confused right now. The woman herself was young and she seemed to only be- at most, late twenties. She seemed to be concerningly calm and she never seemed to even twitch."You ask me of who I am but know not of the gift that was bestowed upon you. How odd. Have you not told him of his opposer's employed?" Time spoke from behind me once more, making me jolt knowing of her presence after seemingly having lost the whole world.

"You are a Librarian, correct?"

"Yes. I am Andromeda, the name given to the second generation's Librarian."

I slowly raised my hand like a child would when he does not understand the answer another student had given. "Anyone wanna explain what a Librarian is?" Death walked up behind me and kneeled down, whispering so I could hear him, "Librarians, the keepers of Life's books that write themselves since well, Life has no corporeality, she herself is not corporeal like me or you. So she has to hire a bunch of people to take care of the books that only she knows the words of." Ooookaaayyy, and how exactly is it that the second of the generation's Librarians is actually a woman who looks younger than any other I have seen? I mean c'mon, she looks to be at most twenty, and least eighteen. I thought to myself quietly as I looked on in unwavering understanding. She looked at me and seemed to laugh. "You do know that I am actually twenty, good, you can read people's age well, means you will be able to read Time soon. Not the woman behind you but the one that means someone is timed to go. You should be know as well that you are considered an evolved human. A man who has touched the boundaries of God-hood. The man who knows not of the way he has been touched. And the man who has been held onto by the cradle of Life and Time. How sad that he does not yet realize that he is being chosen by time not for any other reason tha-"

Time suddenly seemed to be infuriated and this was the first time that I had heard her growl out something. "You do not need to tell him of his origins and reasonings of being chosen."

"But I do, Life has already deemed it so that it will happen before he is fully taken into the name of Death."

"You need not to, Time is the one who birthed Life and therefore my rule should overrule her's. I am the one who was birthed and then birthed her."

Again, I raised my hand slowly, "I already knew I was considered evolved, docs in my time told me so and I had a feeling of the fact that I was cradled by Life and Time when I heard of my supposed already known life span. You should realize that while I was only considered a mortal I was not arrogant, I lost time, yes, but I have not lost sense."

"But you have actually," Andromeda said, looking at me calmly.

"Have not, that would mean that i have lived for years with no real purpose and wan-"

"You lived with purpose, just not the one you think you have."

"Clarify"

"You were birthed and you have forgotten what the face of the one you once loved was. Think back to the fall, back to the day when you saw the woman under you, think long and hard."

"The fall? Why would I ever choose to look back to the fall?"

"Because then you will know the reason you in specific were chosen. Now, think and focus, do it, and you will find your reasonings."

The words seemed to drop me into a world of darkness. A world of dreams, and a world of sleep.