when laying down upon my bed, I wished my life away.
Life had not been kind to me, my wife had died that spring,
And with her went my very soul - I had lost everything.
I didn't want to stay alive, I yearned so to be dead,
And when I opened tired eyes, He stood beside my bed.
At sight of him I jerked alert, heart pounding in surprise,
I felt so insignificant before his awesome size!
Dressed in black from head to toe, I could not see his face
Yet knew his gaze was fixed on me, prone rigidly in place.
With trembling voice I asked of him what did he want of me?
I swear I heard him chuckle, though his mouth I could not see.
"I heard your plea," his voice replied, "It allowed me to come through."
He laughed again. "For I am Death, and I have come for you."
Then, quite suddenly I could move, and sprang up in the bed.
"That can't be so!" I almost screamed, "For see, I am not dead!"
"You wished it so," he then replied, "And I felt your deep desire,
Come with me and forsake this life, dwell in tongues of fire."
And then I saw his awful face and could not stop a moan,
Where skin and flesh there should have been was white and mouldy bone!
Twas in that instant that I knew how precious was my life,
How important were the memories that I held of my dear wife,
And Death, he stood and grinned at me, then reached with bony hand,
"Come with me," he said again as my legs fought to stand.
When his fingers gripped my wrist there was no more to say,
I touched the crucafix I wore and started then to pray.
With my words there was a flash, and Death had disappeared,
Taking with him all my dread and thoughts of life I feared.
So next time you are feeling down and think your life is through,
Don't wish for Death to end it all - for He may come for you!
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