Talk:Not Dead/@comment-7706473-20140810101607

All this could be quickened as those who are old and nameless yet wake - if only their names were song with tenderness and love, then would not this tragedy be averted..?

Quite a lovely little poem, though one could read it as a tragedy, a comedy, or horror - and of course, all three. I'm sure some would still even desire such a prolonged and eternal existence, and I can understand why - so perhaps the true horror comes from the fact that regardless of what the 'old man' wants, it is no longer about him. For he will be kept alive until the mountains become dust, and time itself grows distant.