I wrestled with death once,
yonder the showery springs of old.
feet connected to the bare black earth,
heat emanating from my mortal flesh.
cold air rushing to my begging nostrils.
The four elements conniving against me.
My stench is of death as the somber ground pulls me to its darkest core.
The water from the springs washes my essence
slowly reaping and flushing it into the limitless drain.
The gushing air fills my lungs,
Choking, my fragile tubes come close to collapsing.
My chest as heavy as if a metal breasted plate rested upon it.
The bodily heat burning my flesh,
Scorching my material with torments beyond measure.
My head spinning and my eyes turning inside out.
I feel my strength dwindling like a dying star losing its light.
Spirit essence departs like water evaporating from a stone.
I gaze into the distant realms and into beings unseen.
I meander within the great darkened tunnelled structure continually suctioned by the strength from the hollow.
I wrestled then.
I hold onto a rusted pipe hooked to the hellish walls.
It snaps and crumbles like a wet brick.
I claw the walls still,  cascading down and gripping a vine.
A solid vine and held on clawing till I reached the top.
I open my eyes in the new environment and death had left its mark.

" Live to fight another day. I will come for you someday." He forwarned.

"And I will be ready then with open arms I will willingly follow coming into the choking embrace of your horrifying presence to take me to were my soul rest for eternity when I am weary of the world's strife.
As of now, I have the earth to explore, the splendor of life to experience, beauty to behold and a few decades of looming. then with death, I shall wrestle no longer."
And light of life returned to my once dying bones.