Death.

Bound in a grave
Cold as night,
I lie ready for the resurection.
My life is gone but still I feel.
Death is but rest for the soul,
Sleep in the deep, still silence.
I welcomed Death,
In her black chariot.
She took me in her arms
As gently as a lover
And swept me off my feet.
I did not fear my lover's embrace
And niether did I fear Death's
For sh is the sweet release from the pain of living.
She is the lull,
The quiet after the storm,
She is gentle,
She is violent.
She is man,
She is woman
And she is child.
She is mother,
Father,
Brother,
Sister,
Daughter,
Lover
And all things.
She is life's end
And it's begining,
Creating all things out of beauty.