When Death Comes

When Death finally comes I will reach out my hand and hold his, like old friends reuniting.

When Death finally comes I will embrace him, like long lost lovers.

When Death finally comes I will smile, because peace is at hand.

When Death finally comes I will take his hand and pull, turn our embrace into a twist and body slam, and turn my smile into a grimace. I will pull the hood over his empty eye sockets, shoulder check him into the wall, spin him around, and throw his scythe fifty yards in the other direction.

And then? Then I will run for you. Because in this lifetime or the next there is not a power in the universe that I will not fight to get to you.