Visiting Death

White Women return to me

Pain and fear in memory

Whispering welcomes and a name

Take me away to play the game

A fragrance heavy and sweet

And rotting leaves beneath my feet

No longer in the world I know

Now I am surrounded by many bones

Beds of moss hold the dead

Birds fly over my head

In the darkness comes a bird

In a women's voice it speaks a word

Death in golden plumage and a red mark

Eyes stick out among the dark

With a shake the feathers fall

Only a skeleton left of it all

With a word fur starts to sprout

And soon it is a squirrel from without

A betrayal becomes revealed

A pact made, my fate is sealed

I return with a friend

But my story is far from it's end.