A dude just died. And is angry that he did. It was unfair. He wasn't ready for this. There were things that were yet to be taken care of. People he was yet to love. Places yet to be visited. But what's happened is happened.
Death has come to take him. She says...
"You're a funny one, you are!
You think you'll be a star!
It's the silver city that you go to
Here's a door—go through!
But wait—before you go
Something I'd like you to know
Because you look at me with rage
Oh, I wish I could show you Destiny's page
And prove to you that your death—the assault,
My friend, was not my fault."
A poem I wrote and performed at a Spoken Word poetry contest. The challenge was to assume the personality of a fictional character and say things they would say. And I picked Death. From The Sandman comics. This is by far the best version of death I have come across.
She is so full of life, I fell in love with her instantly. She's witty, she's sensitive, she's smart. And she's funny. And full of love. For life. Once every century, she takes a day off from work and takes human form and breathes among the living. That's how she knows to appreciate life.
If you love comic books, I highly recommend The Sandman. If you don't read comics, I have two words for you: Neil and Gaiman.
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