Life is so beautiful
so beautiful that
Death has fallen
in love.
So deep in love
that he has
burrowed a hole
deep into the earth.
So deep that the only
light capable of
penetrating his darkness is the
light of Love.
Their love was bitter.
As Death loved Life –
loved her so much
that he stole
Life’s heart.
Over and over
again he would
envelope life in
his arms until
her lips turned blue
and her heart stopped
pumping.
That wasn’t the end though,
for Death would
find another Life
to love until her
lips turned blue
and her heart stopped
pumping.
It was a tragic story…
that of Death and
his love of Life. It was as if he
was fated to love her, but
could never have her.
Like the Moon
loved the Sun
but couldn’t have her.
They just chased and chased
and loved and loved –
until Death was the only one
left –
Left amidst the carcass of Life
and her blue lips.
The above is an emulation of a quote by Yann Martel, “Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud…”