Step Aside Shakespeare

XX

Life is walking towards me, undeterred.

With every step its purpose is revealed,

yet death approaches too without a word.

A dance of fate, a cosmic truth concealed.

Thee, the embodiment of life and death

itself, draweth near with nay slowing of

thy steps. And still I find the spacious breadth

lends such irony to thy chase hereof!

Doest time relent when I meeteth thy gaze?

Doest fate amendeth its course by will?

Or am I but a pawn in life's grand maze?

A mere spectator, destined to fulfill?

And I confesseth, as distance fades hence,

no sadness to meetheth at my expense.