IMPOSSIBLE


I tasted death’s stew,
Made merry with his brew,
Poured my blood as libation,
Offered my flesh without emotion,
Spoke with the souls of the undead,
Softly, till they fled, all filled with dread...
In the dark shallowness of my thoughts,
Blood, my blood, is drunk in one-gulp tots,
Let no one say its impossible… to taste death,
Enjoy its peace, yet draw in sweet mortal breath.

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