The Visitors

A visitor called the other night
I think his name was, “Death”;

there was a hideousness about his eyes,
an icy chill inside his breath.

He spoke to me of a journey
if I’d promise to commit;

where the irritating sounds of life
would fade, and stay unlit.

Then another visitor came along
and I believe her name was, “Life”,

just because of the way she looked at, “Death”…
and made him put away his knife.

While offering some coffee
I showed each to a chair,

Lady Life seemed very cordial
ignoring Death's icy-cold stare.

The tensioned air seemed heavy
Death could've cut it with his blade;

instead, he sauntered towards the door
smiling over a comment he had made.

Grimm's grin quickly morphed into a grimmace, of sorts;
as he donned his now famous, hooded cloak;

he moved out my door, pausing past the threshold;
but Life pushed him out, 'fore he spoke!

Then she, with the eyes of a mother
and a heart that echoed the same;

spat bile on the demon wrath, calling him out
"Brother Grimm!" she did call him by name!

Death became very angry, and turned into white smoke;
he sputtered curses, in some ancient, lost "tongue";

and every time he'd re-appear, Lady Life would....
...hit Death with her cane, 'til it stung!

Lady Life then, did her level best
at attempting to try and calm me down;

Brother Grimm seemed so evilly, formidable
I meant to get away, without making a sound!

Which I couldn't envision happenning, what-so-ever
since all anyone of us could hear, was my heart;

some gloom he possessed crept inside of me;
and for the life of me, it just wouldn't part!

In the shadows grimm's eyes burned like embers,
"Oh really? On this you're challenging me?

There's not one reason to show him favor
he's but a pedestrian, you really can't see?"

"He's but a sly fencepost rider,
ne'er, e'er taking bets;

one wonders of the motives
of one who lives for his regrets!"

Lady Life spat again at Brother Grimm
she could barely tolerate his logic, so;.

he had this way of making it sound
as if he were the only one to know.

She said, "So what, my silly, old friend!"
"This hypothesis you share,

is meant for us to all believe
I'm the "bad guy", and you're who gives a care!

She closed the door, he left my stoope
she paused long enough for a sigh,

my racing heart then found it's pace
for I thought I was going to die!

I asked good lady life, if she
would care for another cup,

instead, she calmly started to
pick all her belongings up!

She never even glanced at me,
nor did our eyes both meet;

'twas then I finally noticed
I had no shoes, upon my feet!

The cold outside did push my door,
I felt the chill, inside;

then suddenly, she looked at me
and my eyes were opened, wide!

'twas at that moment that I saw
the "writing on the wall";

this "motherly", old lady
wasn't "Lady Life", at all!

I'd had these two entities
both singing the other's, song!

The problem that my logic held,
was that I was, so very wrong!

Her demeanor rose in confidence,
for her trickery I asked, "why?".

She calmly put her hat on, straightened it,
and said, "I'll say when you're to die".

"I've been with you, all along
you had our names correct;

life is like an hourglass,
keeping count, the miles, you have trekked!"

For only you can say what's truly....
...in your heart, concerning each deed;

whether or not, you own hidden agendas
or, if your good-turn really, planted a "seed"!

Now come, get your cloak on, your "vista", awaits;
plus, we must count all the times you were, blessed;

Grimm sees mioptically; so, suffice it to say;
I've not once....seen him, ever...impressed!"

Now, you just get Brother Grimm out of your thoughts
it's not him that sees deep, in your heart....

...he's the "pedestrian", and if your actions were "just"....
...'twould be his view, not your deeds; wasn't real, "smart"!

Brother Grimm's exactly, just what he is,
a mere reflection of everyone's life;

with that said, that is exactly, "why?"....
...each time, I made him put away his knife!