Poetry Day: Our Pale Companion

Posted on March 20, 2025 by Charles Yallowitz

Grim Reaper from Castlevania

(Death . . . Not even subtle about this one.)

He is the one

We cannot cheat

The inevitable fate

Of all who breathe

Patient for all time

He is always with us

Living on the fringes

Of our lives

Teasing us

With close calls

A cured disease

An avoided crash

They are his small reminders

He makes sure we know

We are his to reap

If he deems our time is up

He is our pale companion

Walking by our side

Until he grows tired

Of our company

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Poetry Day: Our Pale Companion

  1. Harmony Kent's avatar Harmony Kent says:
    March 20, 2025 at 10:03 am

    I absolutely love this poem! You smashed it, Charles 🙂💗

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  2. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:
    March 20, 2025 at 10:05 am

    Very fitting title for this! While reading your poem, so many books came to mind with Death as a character: Death in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, Markus Zusak’s novel, The Book Thief, which was narrated by Death, and Neal Shusterman’s Scythe series–to name a few.

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  3. John W. Howell's avatar John W. Howell says:
    March 20, 2025 at 3:47 pm

    A terrific poem, Charles. I liked the line about the one we cannot cheat.

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