Old Companions

Death, my old companion,
The road to hell is paved
With love and stone cold steel.
From millennium to millennium,
The journey to the grave
Retains its dark appeal.

And while the ground absorbs our blood,
In countless measures of despair,
All hope is buried with the flood –
The stench of death within the air.

Love, my old companion,
The road to hell is paved
With death and victories.
From millennium to millennium,
The journey of the brave
Must end in misery.

And while we are consumed by fear,
In countless measures of regret,
Just all of that which we hold dear –
Turns into that which we most fret.

4 thoughts on “Old Companions

    • The narrative reminds me of a storyteller in front of a fire where a traveller might tell an epic or a grandfather might tell a fairy tale. Also, the consistent rhyme scheme fits in without being cheesy. Possibly, as well, the word “millenium” evokes a feeling of timelessness. x

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