He knocked twice on the door, late one night
When the house was dark, and the moon was bright
I didn’t answer his call, but he still came in
He wore Prada and Gucci, and a lop-sided grin
“Good morning, m’dear,” he said, with a bow
“Pardon the intrusion, I hope you’re not busy right now.”
“W-Who are you?” I stuttered, with uneven, bated breath
“My dear, don’t you worry,” he said calmly. “I’m Death.”
“Death!” I said hoarsely. “Is it really my time?”
“Oh, please,” he said. “Is calling on an old friend a crime?”
“You’re no friend of mine,” I said, turning away,
“I remember what you’ve done. There’s no need to stay.”
“But their times were up,” Death said, as he sat down.
“Oh, dear, don’t be sad! You know I hate when you frown!”
I glared at the reaper, in his dark, pinstriped suit,
“You took away my sister, and both my brothers, too!
You’re a vile piece of work, and you revel in despair
Did you think you could barge in, and that I wouldn’t care?
Death looked taken aback by my sudden, angry rant
“My dear, don’t wish for things you know I cannot grant.
I hate to see you hurting, you, my only, one true friend.
But there are some things I can’t do; all lives some time must end!”
I crossed my arms. How dare he! Justifying his crimes,
As he sat in front of me, contemplating taking mine!
“You really are a monster, Death. You’ve taken all my friends.
Remember Kate and Mary-Lou, Josephine, and Ben?”
“I am quite sorry,” Death told me, wiping away a tear.
“But there was nothing to be done at all. None at all, I fear.”
“You sly, conniving crocodile! You wasp in summer’s heat!”
I slapped Death twice across the face, and then I stomped my feet.
“You took the world away from me! My cat, my aunt, my lover,
And when I thought you could take no more, Death, you took my poor, old mother!
Are you glad to see me all alone? Do you revel in my angst?
Death, if this is friendship, I don’t want it! I’ll be on my own. No thanks!”
“Lives are written in stone, m’dear,” Death said, reaching for my hand.
“I cannot change the things that are written for those who dwell in this land.
I cannot change the past for you, but there is one thing I can say…
Friends on this world live and die, but I’m a friend who will stay.”
I though that I’d been very clear. I never wanted him to stay.
But Death, whether friend or foe or in between, will never go away.
And so I said, “Well, there’s no point in going on, nothing left for me to do.
Death, if you are going away, perhaps you could take me, too?”
He jumped for joy, that grisly Grim, who reaped the souls I loved
And then he took me in his arms, and carried me up above!
And, now, when Death collects his souls, I also go with him
As friends, we work together to perform a job so cruel and grim
Yet, in our work we shine, a spark of friendship, warm and bright
And that is why, when you die, you will always see a Light.