There is a Man who Waits
Beyond Death’s darkened gates
For travelers who’ve met with grisly, grim, and nasty fates.

And if he likes your smile,
Or finds your aims worthwhile,
He may with crooked grin consider offering you a trial.

He’ll pat you on the head,
Inform you that you’re dead,
And ask if you might like to try a different life instead.

Still yours yet rearranged:
All twisted, warped, and changed,
With all of the important bits muddled up and exchanged.

And in this silly game,
You’ll have a simple aim:
Discover what it is that you have lost and then reclaim.

For if you can succeed,
Overcome past misdeed,
You’ll win another chance at life to finish what you need.

But if you fail here,
And lose what is most dear
Your punishment will be to live the life that you most fear.

So find the Man who Waits
The one who recreates,
And strike a bargain for a chance to change your awful fate.

For if you can contend
With past sins and amend,
You’ll have a chance to see the ones you love before the end. 

Or so the Man who Waits is fine with letting you pretend.