He was Death,
Death who loved life.
He craved it and fought for it,
But it eluded him.
So, he wore sadness like a heavy cloak.
It shadowed his face,
Slumped his shoulders,
And doused the light of his soul.
Darkness was his conspirator.
It followed him, led him,
Caressed him like a lover
And he welcomed its embrace.
For he was Death.
But Death loved life.
He craved it and fought for it,
But it eluded him.
Methos? Well, yes…. But also Alex, my own character from the Agency stories. It fits both of them quite well, I think. The idea began with Alex but by the time I was done, it said "Methos" to me so I decided to put it here instead of the poetry page.