Immortality
Song of Melancholy
I have seen unholy, violent war.
I have fought, I have won, I have gained, I have lost.
I have loved, I have hated, I have left a mar
of many men. I will live, I may die, my boss
Is Fate, my muse Death, destruction is my power.
I am a God. I will live until the end of days,
I will die only when there is no such world for me
anymore. Death, violence, what is it to me?
That is my bewilderment. I am immortal.
Therein lies the problem, my friend. Most think it a
blessing to never die. In reality, 'tis a curse.
In battle, I will never fall. I am lord of all.
But, what is time to one who lives forever? A
creature such as you can be wounded, feel this worse
pain. I cannot. My skin is armor, my body
is grandiose. I sleep, unable to feel a thing.
I live, yet this is not life. I hatched, I exist.
I trouble myself no longer with men. Resist?
What is the point? Their death no longer troubles me.
What is a God to one who believes not in him?
A shadow, a mere entity, A soul, a life.
I mourn my life, as the Reaper will never come.
I will survive the greatest evil, the greatest
goodness. I survive, I live life, I sleep till Judge
comes for us all. I will be there for that day.
As I sleep, a mortal comes to me. I scare him.
Fear clearly is etched in his body. I pity.
He comes asking for power. I merely laugh.
"What purpose would power such as mine serve?"
the dragon chortled at me. I bowed to his might.
His voice clashed against the walls of the cave. I bowed.
"I seek to end those that have the unending nerve
to anger me, dragon. I implore you, my plight
is unrelenting." The tall warrior's might was stowed.
A sigh escaped my lips. I could yet see that dragon
to sleep again shift. My sword escaped, thought leaving
as my anger took hold. My life would end. I would die.
The mortal shook in his boots, fearful. Above,
my mistress fate speaks to me. "Give this mortal his
wish, that he may become invulnerable." A
sigh again escapes in the cave. If I could love,
if I could hate, this mortal I would like. As Miss Fate
says, my heart is stone. Does it beat at all? What makes life?
A noise rings through the cave. Gunfire shakes my body.
I note the mortal, laid in front of me, blood pooled
around him. He had his life ended by another.
Another mortal walks over the nobody.
His death short and quick. I will never forgive schooled
men spilling blood in my home. Kill a brother?
What is the point? I often wonder that myself.
Why die, why live, why fight? Is peace so hard as to
not exist? Why can we not live together? Why?
I raise my brow. "Wish you power? Turn back. You yourself
Fit not the abilty. Leave this place, or die!"
The mortal to the immortal yell shook. He turned,
The swift runner running from me. I merely laugh.
'Tis an interest, a mortal kills so that he
may live forever. I the body left burned.
I live to merely exist. I live, yet am daft.
I live to merely exist, I live for me.