The Grey Old Man

What will you do when you see Him?

A tall pale man, shrouded in Darkness,

Eternity piercing your soul, His expression -- Grim.

Will you run?

The rush of blood in fright, clinging on to Life,

One voyage is at an end, another has begun.

Will you plead?

Deny the call of the Void?

Let immortality be your Greed?

What Life is that which never ends?

The joys of living are born in Death,

His cold yet warm hand forever extends. 

Before Life, there was nothing

From Darkness we come, to Darkness we return

The entire human experience is really something!

Walk towards the grey old man,

Down the chilly, windy, and ancient Path we walk

Return to where it all began.