I am the reaping at conception
I am the first breath before the first cry on a blessed day pure naked
I am the passing to your Awakening each morning
I am cousin of the one who brings forth your dreams at night
I am the dry to wizened leaves falling from the trees in fall
I am the cold empty of winter's call
I am poisoned air
I am drowning water
I am one you cannot escape
When I am ready for you I will take you I am the taking of your last breath after your last cry
I am who some prepare for
I am the one whom many fear
I am what lies inside the grim day of black
I am the growing stench from the buried bone surfacing
Am I eternal?
I am inevitable
I am immortal and
I am death

© littlelisastar