…is inevitable

Death is inevitable, it can strike like lightning
or like the stealthy tides slowly erode the sands beneath our feet
we all must surrender to the reaper
immortality is just a concept not a reality we will experience
for eventually death comes for us all
our shadow souls set free
our incorporeal souls suddenly uncoupled
floating in uncertainty, blind to the impending chaos
the mirror strangely dark and empty
the light fading to black
creating an endless abyss where shadows
cannot be cast nor seen, as if they have never been
but our unseen shadows in their separation
will call the reaper, who stands silent and unseen
his scythe poised and still
for even he must seek their permission to claim our souls
it is not his hand that seals our fate
that decides if our souls may finally rest
or continue to roam endlessly untethered
for even the reaper must bow to the will of the shadows
© Ann Bagnall