conversation with death

My brother be, calm amongst withered grain [bad word] join me, from life's ebb we shall refrain
Your failing eyes half blindly stare and glimpse this fevered face

Valediction

You marked this earth with calloused hands, broke bread amongst your kin
Another haggard conquered pawn, a discarded volunteer

husk with an idea of life, with eyes burning like fire

Valediction

Cast aside these earthly woes, you wove this tapestry of battles
I'll pay you pittance for your days, yet loosen all your shackles

I am the seer in the dark, the vagabond of yore
Valediction

I am the sum of all your parts, and proprietor of all
Valediction

miasma, the conclusion, blackmonger of Inlé
Valediction

Synapses fray, my form now vivid, as torpor sets and blood grows tepid
With every ounce of flesh now offered, I hold your corpse within my coffers

Knitted cells now split asunder, stand alongside me brother
Take your place amongst my Owsla, we march at dawn now and forever

Cross your palms and acquiesce, take a bow as they ascend
Scent these grounds with your presence, ring the change of days now done

Explanation

Fu inlé - After Moonrise

metaphorical conversation between a dying Hazel-rah, chief of the rebel Owsla, and the black rabbit. The black rabbit lolls our protagonist into a sense of security as he dies, by reminiscing of moments in his life, the role he played and the legacy Hazel leaves. Also of himself, the death bringer, and his offer of a place within his ethereal ranks.