Death

On a dark twilight, over the hills

for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled

as Death rode behind in a suit of armour –

then beat me, and slayed me dead.

He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake

to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare

and kneeling, did look upon the receding transformer

that brought me my new dawn, my new day…

© Isha Garg