Whispers in a Dream

 

(A lone voice speaks)

ln life 

You 

Yes 

You 

Like all mortals 

Like I once was

 

Will lose everything you truly adore 

With the final cut of one of The Six Fates' 

By Thanatos's sharp knife 

Them being 

Father

Mother 

Son

Daughter 

Sister 

Brother 

 

As your life runs 

All else in between 

Can be fixed 

But that quick or slow cut 

To one of The Six

Can be the first of many arrows 

Loosed hails 

From the fiery bows of Exanimationes Incidamus 

Released to irritate us

So we know the bitter taste of loss

And how painfully rigid that path is

For one is doomed to go falling and climbing 

Mixed emotions precarious stairs 

But fear not

Resist never 

For that stairs always leads home 

To accepting 

Loss is just one of life's 

Cornerstones 

Everything has a sell-by date 

All of us 

Before we too 

Turn to dust 

Want to know a secret how the circumvent some of that pain 

Love them even harder 

The Six Fates 

Father

Mother 

Son

Daughter 

Sister 

Brother 

If you have six 

Create great lasting memories 

A legacy filled with such personal stories 

For they will be a shield and sword to battle grief 

For some cathartic relief

For one day

Exanimationes Incidamus 

With his green quilted bow in tow

Will suddenly open up that door 

This you can trust

So fire can flush out of every window 

Of your inner house with

a huge force 

Followed by the call of a thousand trumpets 

To compel one to be left 

With too little 

As you seem to lose your way 

Without a compass

And hide away from the world 

In your own holy fallout shelter 

In your Inner Delta 

Where you'll sit and remember 

Your life's gift of promise 

Forever 

Your 

Strength 

Defender 

And

Saviors 

Have gone

For sometimes when Death 

Thanatos

Comes calling and places his Black Veil lovingly on the Chosen 

To then lead them away 

Spiritually by the hand 

Dressed in His midnight suit 

Black with a white tie

As their physical body slumps 

As they die

Know this 

Their spirit 

As it leaves that now empty husk 

Looks for you 

One last time 

And prays 

With pleading eyes 

You'll one day be reunited 

Somewhere 

In Eternities 

Fast swirling dust 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

(Exanimationes Incidamus. Latin for Depression.)