11 January 2013
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.
Companion Of The End • Opuss № I