• A body lies upon the cold, moist ground,
    awaiting the inevitable ending of the slowly dying heartbeat.
    As a last breath is taken from this mortal body,
    a silent presence looms within the void of the human mind.
    Death approaches in soundless steps and comes to a standstill,
    inches away from the soul.
    A strong, soft voice comes as a spark in the dark crevasse of the mind,
    lulling the soul that has waited to leave this body, gently into its' arms.
    The soul's light gently pulses its' own unique array of color,
    as Death's enfold caries the soul away,
    to a place only Death itself, can say.