Death's Enemy

I met Death once.

It was many years ago.

I met him in an alleyway.

The night was dark and cold.

His face was that of sadness.

His eyes were hard as stone.

His skin was cold as ice.

His voice warned doom to come.

Death said he's show me things.

He said I'd enjoy my stay.

He said he's take me places

Both beautiful and far away.

I saw that Death was cunning,

But I was cunning too.

I knew that if I followed,

My Earthly life would be through.

With an air of false regret,

I refused Death's gracious offer.

My refusal angered Death.

He sensed that I was smarter.

Death said my life would end.

It would end in pain and sorrow.

He said he'd make me suffer;

That I'd be lucky to survive till tomorrow.

But I did not fear Death.

I did not fear to leave.

Only those who fear Death

Will fall down to their knee.

Only those that are cowardly

Will leave their lives behind,

And follow Death on a journey,

An endless one through time.

Death saw that I outwitted him, 

For don't all of you see?

Those who do not fear Death,

They never truly leave.

Their souls will take their places 

In Heaven or in Hell.

Their bodies will be buried

And decay as everyone's will.

But their legacy will live on.

It will live on through and through.

Those who don't fear live life to the fullest

As all of us should do.

That's why Death did not take me,

For fear he did not see.

Those who do not fear,

Death's enemy they'll always be.