I Met Death Last Night!
A Dream. A Choice. A Breath That Changed Everything.
I met Death last night…
I met Death last night…
He stood at the edge of my bed, cloaked in silence,
Eyes not cruel — but ancient, patient, and wise.
He didn’t come with fury, nor flames, nor fear,
Just a stillness that made the world disappear.
With a voice like wind through forgotten halls,
He said, “I grant you one wish, and one alone — before your final call.”
No riddles, no games, no tricks to hide,
Just one chance to decide before I’d ride.
My mind ran wild like storms through glass —
Should I ask for money? Power that lasts?
Should I ask for fame, bright lights and cheers,
Or maybe erase all my darkest years?
Should I ask for her again, the one I lost,
No matter the time, no matter the cost?
Should I seek revenge, a poetic end,
To those who betrayed me, those who pretend?
Should I rule the world from an iron throne,
Or relive a dream I once called my own?
Should I ask for peace? For silence? For sleep?
For answers to questions buried too deep?
I stood in silence, heart pounding loud,
Mind full of chaos, like thunder in a cloud.
I had everything, and yet nothing to choose —
Because every wish came with something to lose.
He chuckled soft, as if he’d seen it before,
A thousand minds stuck behind the same locked door.
“You humans,” he said, “you’re never truly here.
You chase what’s gone, or what’s not yet near.”
“I meet you in dreams, in corners of doubt,
And every time, you wear yourselves out.
You forget the moment that breathes right now —
The gift you’re living, the sacred vow.”
And with those words, the world began to shake,
I gasped, I flailed, my soul awake —
Drenched in sweat, beneath moonlight’s grace,
Grateful just to feel air on my face.
No riches, no thrones, no vengeance, no fame —
Just the heartbeat whispering my name.
That fragile beat, a symphony small,
Was the greatest gift among them all.
Since then, I live with a quieter flame,
Not lost in the future, not haunted by shame.
I walk in the now, the only real land —
With my breath as my blessing, and time in my hand.
So if you meet Death in the silence of night,
And he offers you one wish before taking flight —
Remember this tale, this one small truth:
To live in the moment is the rarest of ruth.
