Death beckons...

Death, like the changing of the tides, comes in time.

Time, the never ending, infinite journey.

A journey to each our ending,

An ending to a new beginning, a new world, a new land.



Death, it sits in wait, like a lion on its kill.

The kill resisting yet knowing the truth.

The truth, the answer, the knowledge of what is to be,

To be taken from this place, to vanish, to disappear.



Death, look it in the eye and do not fear it.

Fear is but a monster that only we create.

Create instead, a strength within, a sword to battle and win,

Win and stand tall, with courage and dignity.



Death, like our beginning, our birth, comes to us all.

All must meet and yield to it, it is our destiny.

Destiny, an inevitable fortune, a final fate,

Final fate, an absolute, an end to the end.



Death, hear it calling, hear it calling.

Death, sink into its softness.

Death, let it cover you with its warmth,

Death, it beckons me, it beckons us all.