An Admonition to Death

Does it scare you now, when you look down at us?

For even at night,

We keep the passion of the sun alive.

Specks of yellow illuminate the dark earth.

A metaphor to life.

Raging.

Thriving life.

Like molten fluid shrinking into cold lifeless rock.

The universe is your eternal day.

And our eternal night.

A curse of slow death.

Your curse.

Go in vain, shall your effort,

For we are creatures of light,

Keeping the flame of life ablaze and bright.

For every fire of the breathing soul,

A dot of yellow orange and white,

Rages with a fiery fervour,

Against the smothering winds of entropy.

We are creatures of light,

In a lonely and dark world.

But through colder winds of the nights,

And the curse of this universe,

I assure you.

The swathes of yellow and white,

Will only grow brighter and stronger,

Till the blood of darkness,

Drenches my mortal hands.

Till it pierces your eyes.

You may be our demons,

But we are thy saviours.

For without our purpose of defiance,

Turn wintry and barren, will your eternal day.

Thus sayeth the lords to death herself,

"Do not go gentle into that good night."

Nor in the face of death nor dark,

Succumb to hopelessness, I shall,

Rage.

Rage against the dying of the light.

And so as creatures of light.

We are,

With glorious purpose,

To persevere till every dawn till eternity.

So show me your darkest nights,

And I will make my stand.

- P.S

Credit: Nasa

(Track: Time from Inception, Hans Zimmer)

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