The Visitor

His pale, threadlike hands are fragile
A deep, gaunt face that stares
This image the villagers see of him is vile
They think he is pure denial
And they do not know of the despair that he bears

He comes in the calm of the night
And in the middle of a busy day
At the end of a fight,
She arrives in a serious bite
Be it light, dark, white, or gray

In the form of a lost love, she appears
Feigning a fallen soldier, he delivers a message
"All will be well, no more sorrow and despair," he adheres.
A visitor speaks, in the darkness, and she fears
They have finally come for her; they will give him a badge.

A runaway, he will never come home
An elder, her eyes tired of witnessing the world's troubles
An adolescent, in a circle of confusion, he roams
They see the earth as it is shown
They will last see the place where they had grown

Death, they don’t want you here
They wish to see the next light of day
But they have no choice, you adhere
You come, feigning a loved one they never feared
Or a mere memory, the most joyful they say.

No time for farewell,
Or a final letter
You must come with me at the toll of the bell
My love, my beauty, my heart, accompany me and don’t yell
For we shall leave, to a faraway place much, much better