He
was Death,
Death
who loved life.
He
craved it and fought for it,
But
it eluded him.
So,
he wore sadness like a heavy cloak.
It
shadowed his face,
Slumped
his shoulders,
And
doused the light of his soul.
Darkness
was his conspirator.
It
followed him, led him,
Caressed
him like a lover
And
he welcomed its embrace.
For
he was Death.
But
Death loved life.
He
craved it and fought for it,
But
it eluded him.
Methos? Well, yes…. But also Alex, my own character from the Agency stories. It fits both of them quite well, I think. The idea began with Alex but by the time I was done, it said "Methos" to me so I decided to put it here instead of the poetry page.