"DYING"

Dying

I saw the raven in the sky

Against the stormy clouds

I thought it odd I heard his wings

Despite it raining loud

I saw a man dressed in black cloak

And thought it all a game

No one would wear that awful thing

No matter all the rain.

The raven kept pace with my walk

And jumped from pole to fence

Goosebumps woke up upon my arms

Despite my common sense.

Night was falling, I was alone

'Least that's what I believed

Until the man appeared again

With raven on his sleeve.

I thought I saw a welcome smile

In the shadows of his hood

I could have turned and ran away

But didn't think I should.

Held fast by his haunting gaze

Blacker than blackest night

Without a word he stole my soul

I had no plans to fight.

Melting in the twilight rain

I let Death have his way

As my essence breathed into him

I was his easy prey.

And on the pavement where I fell

My tears mixed up with rain

I welcomed him with open arms

To wash away my pain

 Only Death knew what I wanted

I had prayed the night before

And in the morning I awoke

To find his raven at my door.

And in my ear he whispered

We heard your desperate cries

And we have come as you have asked

So with me now you'll fly.

So to this world I bid farewell

I was never one of you

So with Death's raven I will fly

Till I discover life a new.

Natasha Head 2011

The Grim Reaper

By: Funerium