As time goes on, the whispers rise
The dead are calling, soft disguise.
Is the Reaper near, to claim his due,
To sever ties and pierce me through?
Yet I laugh in his hollow face,
Death a clown in a grim embrace.
Though hailed by many, he is naught,
A phantom shadow, fear begot.
“I will never die,” I cry,
Dancing wild beneath the sky.
Moonlight floods my fearless eyes,
And echoes back defiant cries.
His form dissolves being nothing but dust,
A myth sustained by ancient trust.
“As I was, so shall you be,”
He drones, blind to eternity.
But death is merely a wall to scale,
A fleeting mistake, a thinning veil.
Flesh now fused with steel and spark
Our future etched in circuits dark.
I will never die
We will never die.