Feeling Macabre

In the beginning for each and every mortal of this earth, everyone has an invitation.
Some people misplaced it as they grew older.
Others simply forgot that they have been invited.
They carried on being kings and wise men.
They lived as princes
As paupers.
Everyone fought, fighting to carve a legacy.
People made peace and told themselves to be happy.
And they were full of pride....
And be they full of themselves.

Memento mori.
Remember your mortality.

The invitation will fly into your face when you least expect it.
Have you been caught, unaware?
You will have to come to the party.
You cannot refuse.

Study well, ars moriendi.
The step to this dance is an art.
Follow.
Follow.
Step by step.
No need to hurry.
No need to fret.
You have an eternity to get it right.
I promise.

Kings and beggars.
Fools and wise men.
What difference does it make?
When we gather, we are all equal.
When we dance again, we are all equal.
You and I
We are equal.
Equal in the Grand Danse Macabre.

Memento mori my friend. Memento mori.
We've all been invited.