Strings of Life

Strings of Life
Intertwined with the shards of death
One nothing without the other
Yet only one can we grasp at once

The smooth silky touch of the Strings of Life
The first thing we embrace as we enter our world
We hold it to our breast
For it comforts us and gives us Life

Older we grow and stronger the Strings get
Soon combined with another’s Strings
Each person’s Strings strengthening the others
Binding cords that everlast

Then the Angel of Death appears
To reap the souls that past their time
With a mighty scythe to break the bonds
Split the cords, sever the Strings of Life

The Strings disintegrate into the shards of death
Emptyness engulfs the other
All that’s left behind are memories
And the shards that were once Strings.

Copyright © Chan Zhungyi 10-02-05
(Finished 14-03-06)