She fought within her mind,
the origin of her own mortality…
The completion of it all…
Her own eternal being would haunt her…
It seemed as if death itself, the dark knight,
beckoned upon her doorsteps,
rapping at her door in rhythmical undertones…
The young soul, sat, perched in her black leather recliner,
hunkering down in fear, hoping for the rapping to quiet.
Her mind would shout louder than the fear that trapped her.
But those mindful conundrums wouldn’t drown out
death’s rhythmical rapping.
Eternity was craved, yet still feared within her heart.
She ached for warmth and light,
and for the darkness of death to let her go…
She hoped for a brilliant eternal light instead, to show.
…and to just, blow away the coldness of death
and its ever, mindless endless rapping.
– Ariana R Cherry 2018