Enigma of the Shadow, and our Dance with Death

The enigma of the shadow is what drives our lives…

The somber figure that is death, the Reaper of Souls, King of Terrors, the ruthless one…Azreal…

It’s his plan, his scheme, his project…
Buts it’s our lives, our end that been laid out, pre-destined, already arranged.

We are in his hand; we are his play things, toys in his game that is our lives.

He controls our end, when we expire, how we perish…

Will we become just corpses, bodies, carcasses that rot in the ground?

Or perhaps its just “remains” that are left, and then it is our souls that are put on trial and judged.

In his courts we will be tried for all our sins, and punished for our outstanding, unpaid debts…

AND despite of all this… we still dance….

We dance with death, and although he is lurid and shady, we hold his hand and embrace his presence…

Not because of our trust in him, but because he has obscured our vision, eclipsed the truth.

We gladly play his game

Thinking we can win, we gamble with our lives, we indulge ourselves with sinful pleasures; we reverse ourselves and devolve ourselves into mere animals.

Already on the road to ruin, we no longer feel guilt, no longer see the peril of living on the edge, oblivious to the bottomless abyss of hell that lays inches from the path that we so foolishly follow, not knowing that straying any further will result in eternal damnation.

Will any remove the blindfold?
Break free of the shackles that bind us?
Is it even possible?
Or are we forever doomed to be pawns in his game?
If that is so….

Enjoy the Dance.