A Fable for Two

I sat down to the table of life
at the restaurant at the end of the line.
The waiter, he came, ghostly cold and asked,
"What would your pleasure be? Dessert?
try 'Death by chocolate'." He grins.

The night sank into dark and never passed on-
the morning never breathed life into me.
No moonlight smiled upon the windows
at this dismal place at My Journey's End.
I took a cup of the Bittersweet.

Bitterwseet was all I had ever known.
The crowd thinned, fading to the dark.
The nightmares and ghosts sank to shade.
The Waiter and I, alone we stayed.
I would not leave just yet,
my cup was only half-empty.

It's late. i haven't passed through the Doors.
The Waiter took a seat, and his eyes set upon my own.
"You'll catch your death of cold, ya know."
I raised my cup in answer to his remark.
"I'm filled with fire, and a belly full of pain."

We stayed and I talked to the Waiter.
I was compelled to tell him my story.
I suppose all who came here did so,
for no one needed to come back.
And so my story was thus:

I had lived a life of no life at all.
I had sailed the seven deady sins
and lived to tell the tell.
And now I sit, at "Death's Door"
speaking with the Waiter
who waits just for me.
It's closing time
and my time is up.
time to pay the bill
and leave.

I told him more of the life
that I had lived. Of the toils,
of the trials, and tribulations.
He had heard this all before.
He rose to help me from my seat,
when after hours, she came.
She was late, and was lost.

The Waiter went to her and offered her a seat.
The seat she took replaced the Waiter's own,
and now she became my judge.
I couldn't tell her my story,
the story of my world
for in that moment,
when miracles happen
and a single morning star shines,
the worlds merged
and she walked into mine.

The Waiter approached and asked,
"Is this a table for two?"
We smiled and replied,
"no good sir, a fable for two,
a story too grand,
that though late she came,
she came just in time.
We left that resaurant,
and did not sup,
but she led me back from that path,
the alleyway at the end of the line.
I suppose someday, we'll take that table,
and make that table a table for two.