I scrapped the dirt away from my finger tips
My fingers were shovels and showed evidence of my work
My fingers I could control
The thin man came to me then and said " Death is only the beginning..."
The beginning of what?
You can't take it with you.
And there's nothing left to go back to
I told him no
His boney fingers touched my shoulder
Glided to my hand
His cold skin warmed mine
He said " Become..."
Become what a creature of the night?
Are you giving me a choice?
He pointed to a street light
Then he said " Become the light"
I could save the world
Maime and murder in the name of any god
I whispered. I wept "I could save the world but who would save me?"
He took his hand from mine and moved it along a single strand of hair and down my face
I barely heard him say " Why do you think you are here?"