My Companion, Death

My Companion, Death

by Charles E S Fairey

Death is my Constant Companion

In Death I Create

In None Existence I Exist

Within the Chaos of the Eternal Mist.

Death is my Immortal Friend

In Death I Paint

In the Essence of the Dream

I Am all and not what I Seem.

Death is my Eternal Twin

In Death I Write

I Am the World of the Infinite Temple

The Tree of Life higher than Heaven’s Steeple,

Entwining one of my many towers

The Wisdom I Am, all encompasses, all powers.

Death is my Constant Companion

My Immortal Friend

My Eternal Twin,

In None Existence I Exist

Within the Chaos of the Eternal Mist,

I look deep into the abyss of my Other’s Mind

And with Balance I extract everything that I find,

I stare constantly into the mist of Death

And the fog dissipates as I learn with every breath,

For Death is my Constant Companion

The Father, The Son, the Spirit of Eschaton

The Moment of Eternal Time, the Man of Every Aeon,

Here with my Eternal Twin and Companion

I repose in my Chamber of Infinite Reflection,

For in the Essence of the Dream

I find I Am all and not what I Seem,

I Am the World of the Infinite Temple

The Tree of Life higher than Heaven’s Steeple,

Entwining one of my many towers

The Wisdom I Am, all encompasses, all time’s hours,

For Death is my Constant Companion

The Underground Stream of Every Aeon

My End, My Start, My Journey of Eschaton.