A beautiful Fantasy and A Cruel Reality

The soft wind twittered

Tranquil breeze carrying

The fallen willow leaves

Dancing about in the clear blue sky.

Underneath a golden willow tree

Sat a boy who sipped a cup of tea…

A book in his frail hand

He stopped to look at the majestic land.

With a reluctant sigh

A tear fell from his eye

What a tragic life

One filled with anger and strife

For what the boy wondered?

Woman, gold and fame?

He sat and pondered…

Life is so lame.

They say that life is happy and beautiful

Nature, the sea, the world are ever so full…

Yet why can he not see All of life's beauty?

What was it that he could never see?

Time passed like a fleeting dream

The calm stream accompanied him

As he contemplated upon life's evil schemes

The world had suddenly dimmed.

A picturesque image painted with the pure embodiment of

beauty appeared.

Accompanied by an angel made of ash and flames, the genuine depiction of

Hell arrived.

The boy then asked life and death

"Why does everybody love you life?"

Life responded…

"Because I am the beautiful lie."

He then asked death…

"O death, why does everyone hate you?"

Then the pure manifestation of darkness replied…

"Because I am the harsh truth."

The boy sat upon these two answers

He wondered and pondered

Time kept moving like a flowing river

Time destroys, it decays, it waits for no one

Nor can anyone escape the clutches of time

The boy just sat in silence, pondering

Glancing upon the world, he sat with his thoughts

Life is a beautiful fantasy

Death is the cruel reality

We seek fame, fortune, power, love, wealth

Human desire endless

Like an eternal flame

Devouring the world in its hunger

Ironic

But when death comes.

We wake up from our dreams and fantasies

When death comes

We lye below the earth, people, trampling above us.

No fame, nor fortune, nor strength, nor intelligence, nor achievements…

Nothing will protect you from indiscriminate death.

When death arrives

Beautiful fantasies shatter

Like fragile glass

And you will wake up to cruel reality

The cruel truth

The cruel equality

The cruel world

And when that happens.

It will be too late

To come to a realisation

That the life you were living was a lie, a dream, a fantasy.

Because then When you have been woken to cruel reality.

You will sleep for all of eternity

Below the earth, you once ruled.

I will repeat it once more.

Life is a beautiful lie

Death is the harsh truth

Life is a wonderful fantasy

Death is the cruel reality

Life is above the ground among the skies

Trotting on the world

Death is beneath the earth among the corpses

Rotting within the world

In front of death, we are all equal…