Ode To Death

in the end we all bid farewell to ourselves in the cold the world a stage everybody has to play no, not Shakespeare's suggested single role but a double role master and slave this physique that stoically bids us do its chores for all its needs physical, spiritual the most exacting partner one would ever get a quiet stoic bullier and after all the slavery tasks the master leaves the slave in the cold a cold that freezes in the finest of weather without the snow the blizzard deep into everybody's heart, soul the master and slave a marriage made in heaven till death do us part