LOVE and Death once ceased their strife
At the Tavern of Man’s Life.
Called for wine, and threw—alas!—
Each his quiver on the grass.
When the bout was o’er they found 5
Mingled arrows strewed the ground.
Hastily they gathered then
Each the loves and lives of men.
Ah, the fateful dawn deceived!
Mingled arrows each one sheaved. 10
Death’s dread armoury was stored
With the shafts he most abhorred;
Love’s light quiver groaned beneath
Venom-headed darts of Death.
Thus it was they wrought our woe 15
At the Tavern long ago.
Tell me, do our masters know,
Loosing blindly as they fly,
Old men love while young men die?
-Kipling
Why is Death always such a &%#? Haha. Probably because it’s hilarious.
Probably also because it’s true to life. Death is a &%#.
I took the liberty of censoring your comment, and mine too, for the childrens. Hope you don’t mind. 🙂
HAHAHA! I was reading it and thinking… “WHAT DID I SAY!?!” Now I remember. I don’t mind at all.
Ah, yes, DEATH – the last enemy, who, indeed will be vanquished!
Tim, I think you’ll like where this is going. 🙂
I still think Death has a bow and arrow
LOVE and Death once ceased their strife
At the Tavern of Man’s Life.
Called for wine, and threw—alas!—
Each his quiver on the grass.
When the bout was o’er they found 5
Mingled arrows strewed the ground.
Hastily they gathered then
Each the loves and lives of men.
Ah, the fateful dawn deceived!
Mingled arrows each one sheaved. 10
Death’s dread armoury was stored
With the shafts he most abhorred;
Love’s light quiver groaned beneath
Venom-headed darts of Death.
Thus it was they wrought our woe 15
At the Tavern long ago.
Tell me, do our masters know,
Loosing blindly as they fly,
Old men love while young men die?
-Kipling