Companion Of The End

Death comes for one,
She comes for all,
A hand outstretched,
Answering the souls call.

Though Death too,
Is one who knows,
Taking each on a journey,
To the river of souls.

Where a price is paid,
She says farewell,
To everyone,
A foe or friend.

It must be lonely,
Is what I see,
But she meets everyone,
It seems obscene.

With these journeys,
She sees with new eyes,
The beauty,
And magic within ones life.

Hiding behind,
A cloak or shawl,
Her face darkened,
Standing tall.

Her smile awakens,
As you journey through,
Fear of death,
It should never be true.

She is a companion,
By your side,
It must be sad,
Always saying the final
Goodbye.