The clock struck midnight, and a figure stood before me. It was garbed in black robes with a stench so foul That my nose bled while a chill encroached my body. Who are you? I ask while suppressing my bowels.
I am Death, and the time has come for you to go. There’s nothing left in this world for you to savor, And your absence will surely go unnoticed … so Come along now, I am doing you a great favor.
Bu-but, why so soon? There’s so much left to do! What about my family? I haven’t seen them in years! There’s so much I’ve yet to learn, knowledge to accrue, And don’t get me started on unconquered fears!
Death erupted in laughter, as if it heard a timeless joke. I’ve heard that drivel for eons. Please say no more. For decades you’ve sat on this couch sipping some coke. You’ve amounted to nothing; you’re a total bore.
Tell you what, I’ll give you one more chance, just one. Turn your life around -- give me a reason to spare it. Fail to value your life and your soul is mine, my son. You only live once, so your life you must cherish.