Be still, O little one...

"...for I am Death"


i come to you with a kiss
sweet and deep

for bright as your struggle
to be alive
life is but the briefest gasp
as full of grief as joy

from the dark you came
and back into folds of nothingness
you'll sink

be still, o little one
and offer me your lips
for i come to you with a kiss
sweet
and deep








(title by Rudyard Kipling)