The Smell of flowers has overpowered the Garden. (Inc.Scrap)
Mar 5, 2015 21:23:30 GMT -7
Post by Fujitora Hanzo/Azujinko Hanzo on Mar 5, 2015 21:23:30 GMT -7
The field of flowers was in bloom early, their beautiful white petal were something Val’Shu could never forget. He had been around Death long enough to know that when those flowers bloomed a death was to happen. The old man leaned against his scythe watching the soft petals open. Even though the flowers had just started to bloom, he had been smelling the Flowers for nearly three days. Such a soft sweetness to it, most people never notice it. “Hello Death, My oldest Friend.” Val’Shu would smile gently as the angel of death stood behind him. The gentle smile that played across Val’Shus face was the smile of a man who knew his time was up.
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
Death would smile gently as Val’Shu spoke the old poem. It had been so long since she had heard it, it brought nostalgia to her eyes. The old Crow bend down softly and plucked one of the flowers from the bed. He could no longer smell their scent, for the Smell of death was over powering now. “You always knew how to ruin a beautiful flower bed.” Val’Shu laughed softly as he said that. “I have not completed my task yet and yet here you stand in your quietness and soft eyes. For the life of me I cannot understand why you chose to appear like that to me, like her, when you refuse to speak in her lovely voice.” Death could only smile more as she made her way toward him and bent down to smell the flower in his hand.
Under a nearby tree, laid the body of Val’Shu, as though propped up for a quick nap, his head laying against his scythes handle gently. He had fallen asleep and had awoke outside his body, thinking he had just spirit walked while asleep. But now as he looked toward the flowers, the smile on his face would disappear. He knew he could not fight Death, Not with how long he had already managed to evade it. The Gods must have taken pity on him, to let his old bones finally rest. “Tell me, Death. What is the meaning of life, if it only ends in such a way? Why fight for years to stay alive, only to pass on regardless of your own wants?”
Death was quite for a moment, and Val’Shu could wait. But soon the Voice of Death would sound out, cool as a spring. “You are not placed here to simply live. You are here to enable the world to live more Amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you are impoverished by forgetting that.” Death would turn to Val’Shu. “Are you satisfied with how you’ve lead your life? Are you satisfied with how you’ve left this world for those who come after you?” It was Val’Shus turn to pause for thought. For he had never though much of his life. “It’s funny…I am so old, So very old. I think I have forgotten my first few life times on this world. But,” He would smile toward his friend. “I would like to believe I have left this world far better off then when I found it.”
Death would smile softly, before turning to valshu. “Why do you not fear me? Like other men?”
Val’shu would laugh loudly at the question. He had never expected Death to ask questions. “I do not fear you because I have lived more lives then I rightfully deserved. I thought for the longest time, that living forever was some curse. That it was a fate worse then death. In part that is true. For I have not seen my family since they died. But I have lived long enough to teach so many the things ive learned in this life.” He would smile gently before sliding his hand into Deaths grip. His old dried hands were no more, for they had been replaced with the hands of his youth. “I think of death as a reward now, for being so diligent in teaching others and helping them. I see now why you appear to me as her, To remind me always that she is waiting for me when I have taught enough.” He would smile gently as they walked off together, the body of the old man would seem to let go its final breath, and the ages would fall upon its body. As the wind picked up, the dust of the once proud man would be blown away, leaving only his scythe behind as a reminder of his presence.
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
Death would smile gently as Val’Shu spoke the old poem. It had been so long since she had heard it, it brought nostalgia to her eyes. The old Crow bend down softly and plucked one of the flowers from the bed. He could no longer smell their scent, for the Smell of death was over powering now. “You always knew how to ruin a beautiful flower bed.” Val’Shu laughed softly as he said that. “I have not completed my task yet and yet here you stand in your quietness and soft eyes. For the life of me I cannot understand why you chose to appear like that to me, like her, when you refuse to speak in her lovely voice.” Death could only smile more as she made her way toward him and bent down to smell the flower in his hand.
Under a nearby tree, laid the body of Val’Shu, as though propped up for a quick nap, his head laying against his scythes handle gently. He had fallen asleep and had awoke outside his body, thinking he had just spirit walked while asleep. But now as he looked toward the flowers, the smile on his face would disappear. He knew he could not fight Death, Not with how long he had already managed to evade it. The Gods must have taken pity on him, to let his old bones finally rest. “Tell me, Death. What is the meaning of life, if it only ends in such a way? Why fight for years to stay alive, only to pass on regardless of your own wants?”
Death was quite for a moment, and Val’Shu could wait. But soon the Voice of Death would sound out, cool as a spring. “You are not placed here to simply live. You are here to enable the world to live more Amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you are impoverished by forgetting that.” Death would turn to Val’Shu. “Are you satisfied with how you’ve lead your life? Are you satisfied with how you’ve left this world for those who come after you?” It was Val’Shus turn to pause for thought. For he had never though much of his life. “It’s funny…I am so old, So very old. I think I have forgotten my first few life times on this world. But,” He would smile toward his friend. “I would like to believe I have left this world far better off then when I found it.”
Death would smile softly, before turning to valshu. “Why do you not fear me? Like other men?”
Val’shu would laugh loudly at the question. He had never expected Death to ask questions. “I do not fear you because I have lived more lives then I rightfully deserved. I thought for the longest time, that living forever was some curse. That it was a fate worse then death. In part that is true. For I have not seen my family since they died. But I have lived long enough to teach so many the things ive learned in this life.” He would smile gently before sliding his hand into Deaths grip. His old dried hands were no more, for they had been replaced with the hands of his youth. “I think of death as a reward now, for being so diligent in teaching others and helping them. I see now why you appear to me as her, To remind me always that she is waiting for me when I have taught enough.” He would smile gently as they walked off together, the body of the old man would seem to let go its final breath, and the ages would fall upon its body. As the wind picked up, the dust of the once proud man would be blown away, leaving only his scythe behind as a reminder of his presence.
