Listen to me, the dark voice of reason.
For you who have lived there must come a season.
You foolish men who long to break free.
and think for a moment you could escape me.
Sure you can patch up a broken bone or two
but me, I'm sorry, you cannot pass through.
It is your course to live but your curse to die.
As long as you live, I will continue to fly.
Till your time comes, I will circle around.
I promise I’ll swoop in long before you’re beneath ground.
This you must know, I am no bird of prey.
But rather a scavenger of souls hid away.
I am not morbid as most claim me to be.
I am no cause of pain though pain oft invites me.
So, please do not fear me I would advise,
Worry not and go about the rest of your lives.
For I am not the one you should fear.
If anything fear your lives before I draw near.
I cannot fix the lives you have lived.
So please! Know this! From you time is sieved.
I cannot tell you exactly when or where we will meet,
but dear souls, I promise soon there I will greet.
-Laci Gibbs
ABOUT THIS PIECE
This piece was composited in Photoshop with multiple photograph assets.
By L.G. Vega (Laci Gibbs Vega)