I question Never the Dark Reaper,
Neither His claim final, on my Dregs.
At the back of my mind He sits calm,
Brooding on His last,Lousy Victory.

I know him not, But I grant Him,
My final sleep,The last Weary bones.
Life is Mine.Mine are all values sacred,
Mine is this Heart,and all that flows out.

His Reality makes Me keen,so Aware!
Of my time,my deeds and My Pleasures!
He goads my SELF, to fly so high and true,
So beyond His clutch, an Infinite Being!

Bright and most Human am I, in His shadow,
Pains hurt less, Joys feel a million fold more!
Loves are Loveliest, feelings felt true and sharpest,
I revel grimly wise, in total abandon, truly Free!

Max Chelur.