September 29, 2009

Godfather Death


He went on his way, and then Death, on his withered legs, came walking toward him, and said, "Take me as your child's godfather."
The man asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Death, who makes everyone equal."
Then the man said, "You are the right one. You take away the rich as well as the poor, without distinction. You shall be my child's godfather.


Grimm's Fairy Tales
1914, illustrator John B. Gruell
from SurLaLune

4 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Well. True.

downtown guy said...

Death's spindly stick legs freak me out.

Ms. Moon said...

Death is always hungry.

downtown guy said...

Of all our personifications of life's processes, it's Death that sticks with us. You know what I mean?