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Life's Fear


Listen in if you are well, For the tale I tell is for no weak of will. I have seen within my life the challenges Men place at the feet of Death. Many come because they are ill Others for greed or pride. One has stood out far beyond the others This is the legacy that I take as a burden to tel. Born into fear- A young boy grew and overcame fear itself. After many a year, The boy fell in love And his love was stronger than his strength against fear. A family grew and happiness radiated From his wife and child. Sickness came to his town. Killing many women and children- Leaving men alone again in the world. Illness did not fall upon the man's home. But upon the man himself. His wife: distraught at knowing her husband was to die. Left to find Death. At the bridge where he takes all his passengers- The woman pleaded with Death to spare him but being a creature of deceit He offered her an ultimatum. "give me your first child and I will spare your husband." The woman agreed, went back to the village, and carried her first child back to the bridge. Now the woman being deceitful as well Played along with Death's requests Exactly as he stated them. Death appeared and the woman handed her first child off to the creature. Instantly Death began to dissipate and freed the man of his illness. The woman quickly ran back to her husband but Death had beaten her there. Hovering over her husband and second child- for her first child died within weeks of life. Death now angry that he had been tricked Cursed the woman with immortality and took her husband and child away. The woman tried to rejoin her family Each attempt was unsuccessful. Life- once beautiful and full of bliss is now a curse. Traveling from place to place, the woman took an oath to tell her tale- save the lives of those who doubt fate and plead not to challenge Death, for Death is something you can not run from. One must accept that- for that is the moral to my tale.
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