From: "Christopher Flather" 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Another lurker becomes less so.
Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 02:09:19 -0000

Yes, I've lurked enough to post.

Hmm, sorry, yes that makes me yet another newbie ;-)

It's yet another filk for Death, sorry it's not up to the usual AFP
standard,
I'll try harder next time, and maybe next time it will be as good as
everyone
else's.  Hope I haven't wasted your time, or broken any unspoken AFP rules.

Filk for Death
----------------

Death
The clicking of white bone across an ebony floor
Echoing
Enveloping the night
Great swishes of the mighty blade
And booming voice
Entombs the world

A bony figure
Rides a ghost white horse
Against the dark
Old
Older than time itself                    [1]
Ultimate Reality
The final case

Lonelier than any man
Alone
In the seas of infinity
Cold, Clear, Logic,
Clinically unfeeling
No love
Alone

Always there                                 [2]
Striding against the night
Friend of the ill
And defeater of empires
Whisk away the world
The soul

And now it's over
Just empty depths
The darkness of empty space
But still you're there
Still you care
For what can we hope for
If not the care of the Reaper Man?   [3]

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[1]  Yes, whilst something had to die first it's suggested in Eric that at
the
       end of time a new existence is created.  So just pretend it's the
second
       one, OK?

[2]   This is one of those alternate past thingies, just try to imagine Soul
Music
        and Reaper Man never happened.  Though there was always a "death"
just
        not our Death.  If you see what I mean.

[3]   Sorry, blatant rip-off of quote.


--
Christopher Flather
Visual FX Corporation
CEO & Chief Programmer

Christopher@Flather.org.uk

(a.k.a    The Nap Hill Lurker)

P.S.    Can I have some chocolate please?