Riddled with Legends

Riddled with legends.



The propeller stuttered,

Fear rose in the army captain.

Blind terror manifested him

For before he sat the grim reaper.

The cloaked one smiled in a grisly Comforting way:

‘Fear not, you will die

But you will always be remembered

For you will become the legend ’.



The woman, blonde: perfect figure, sobs.

She feels his comforting arm,

Shudders as the hoarse voice

Rasps into her ear.

‘Drink this, go to bed’.

She stripped, he reassured her:

‘When you go to sleep, everything will be fine

Sleep my darling, sleep! , Become the legend.’



The bloated man, sad middle aged shadow

Palpitates in the bathroom.

As he dies, the music he made played back

The Grim Reaper switches the tape off.

‘You are too young to die.

You had it all, but happiness

But now I will give you the final piece which fits

In that vast jigsaw of your stardom.

For you will become the legend’.