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- Upon the summit of a pasture hill,
- passed the mother of an anguished boy.
- Her care for him had never wavered or faltered,
- her body and soul were his playthings.
- To claim a wolfpup's clump of fur, well,
- no lupine mother could permit this.
- While his arm bled profusely, it would heal;
- her fingers, though, were lost.
- Infection found her before they could think,
- and soon the candles blew;
- the Master of Death had come to claim his servant.
- But the boy pleaded, cried, prostrated, wept;
- was he not to have but even the chance to bid farewell?
- Few things may hope to sway Death;
- a mother and child forever separated, nought but memory?
- Not even Death could resist the pity in his immortal heart.
- "Here," the Reaper commanded, "Take a set of cards.
- I shall play you. If you should win, thou shall have thine time for farewell."
- But such an opportunity presented a challenge of its own.
- What if he should fail? It would be a waste of a chance.
- The boy retrieved his mother's cards, as well as his own dishonesty.
- And the Reaper perceived at once; fury welled within Death,
- indignity and humiliation. But the Reaper knew patience above all.
- Victorious was the boy, and teary-eyed he pleaded once more.
- A deal had been struck; now was Death's part of the bargain.
- And the Reaper stood. And the Reaper spoke.
- "I promised thee thine farewells. I did not promise thee they should come at once."
- Vengeful Death summoned the awful scythe of souls to his side, and conjured.
- From the realm of Death came a chair, black as night even in the sunlight.
- Not a weapon on Earth could hope to chip, much less destroy it.
- And the Reaper commanded the boy to sit. And he explained,
- "Thou shalt have thine reunion when this pasture hill has gone,
- weathered by the sands of time. When this chair no longer sits upon the pasture,
- but within a valley, then thou shall wait for it to fill with a river.
- When that river has eroded the chair to dust,
- thou shall be allowed to join thine mother in Death."
- And the boy was privy to sit; and his eyes rose to the Reaper.
- Such time would pass, he said, that he would turn to dust,
- and be born again, many times over, before such a thing would occur.
- And the Reaper swung his scythe, and the boy found himself enlightened;
- like Death, he, too, was immortal.
- And Death cackled with glee; "For you have insulted Death,
- so now he shall tantalize you with the thought of him."
- And thereafter, the boy sat. And his heart was filled with a terrible longing.
- So sinned had he, that he was now a prisoner of his own life,
- not to be reunited with the mother he'd loved,
- until such time as the very Earth had become unrecognizable around him.
- And this longing consumed him so, that soon he retreated unto himself;
- nought but an empty shell, with a mind locked away,
- fleeing from its own misery,
- its own mortal folly,
- all thereafter.
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