So apparently I had plenty of time in Biology, because this is the third. Ha ha!
What would it be like to be an immortal who lived on Earth? All his loved ones would die...
Watching Them Go
Pain, sobs, tears of the mother, Then laughter, joy, birth of a new brother. A tiny bundle about to be brought home, So adorable he made others look like gnomes.
But, in transit, things were not as they should have been. The fabrics between worlds are dreadfully thin. They were ruptured, he was flung far. The world he alighted upon?
Ours.
And, dear friend, he was found.
Found by simple mortals such as we, Who (of course) did not see What they took home to raise Was not necessarily all he seemed.
They named him Arthur.
Arthur grew same as everyone else, A lean, spritely child, like an elf, Climbing trees, skinning knees, Being a monkey as children will be.
He received many a friend, and A girl he said he’d love to the end. One day he got sick of tarry, so He asked for her hand to marry.
She said yes.
Then the trouble, so slow to begin, Started to catch up to him. As his wife grew old in years, He shed remorseful tears.
First his parents, snatched by time, Went glassy-eyed to an afterlife he hoped was sublime. Then his wife began to age, And he remained untouched, the same.
He stopped at thirty.
His wife became an ancient thing. Arthur could not bear to bring Himself to visit his children, Who looked older than he and were without him living.
People mistook him for their son, Believing he was his wife’s grandchild. He no longer had the will to run, To be as he had once been, wild.
Time took them all so slowly, Leaving him alone. Walking as the fall wind was blowing, He sat down on the mortuary’s stones.
I’m watching them go, One at a time, He said, voice soft and low. The strange thing is, I’m fine.
He stood to go, The wing stopped to blow, And he smiled, As if deceiving a child, Repeating the lie. I'm fine. So apparently I had plenty of time in Biology, because this is the third. Ha ha!
What would it be like to be an immortal who lived on Earth? All his loved ones would die...
Watching Them Go
Pain, sobs, tears of the mother, Then laughter, joy, birth of a new brother. A tiny bundle about to be brought home, So adorable he made others look like gnomes.
But, in transit, things were not as they should have been. The fabrics between worlds are dreadfully thin. They were ruptured, he was flung far. The world he alighted upon?
Ours.
And, dear friend, he was found.
Found by simple mortals such as we, Who (of course) did not see What they took home to raise Was not necessarily all he seemed.
They named him Arthur.
Arthur grew same as everyone else, A lean, spritely child, like an elf, Climbing trees, skinning knees, Being a monkey as children will be.
He received many a friend, and A girl he said he’d love to the end. One day he got sick of tarry, so He asked for her hand to marry.
She said yes.
Then the trouble, so slow to begin, Started to catch up to him. As his wife grew old in years, He shed remorseful tears.
First his parents, snatched by time, Went glassy-eyed to an afterlife he hoped was sublime. Then his wife began to age, And he remained untouched, the same.
He stopped at thirty.
His wife became an ancient thing. Arthur could not bear to bring Himself to visit his children, Who looked older than he and were without him living.
People mistook him for their son, Believing he was his wife’s grandchild. He no longer had the will to run, To be as he had once been, wild.
Time took them all so slowly, Leaving him alone. Walking as the fall wind was blowing, He sat down on the mortuary’s stones.
I’m watching them go, One at a time, He said, voice soft and low. The strange thing is, I’m fine.
He stood to go, The wing stopped to blow, And he smiled, As if deceiving a child, Repeating the lie. I'm fine. |