Death

by Seeker of the Charter

A poem describing how someone might feel as they are dying, and entering the realm of Death.

Death

The shroud of Death has fallen,

Though I try with all my might,

To hang onto that thread of Life,

I can no longer see the light.

The river rushing at my feet,

And the grayness of this sky,

It saddens me to see it all,

For I never got to say good-bye.

The warmth of Life has left me.

I can hear the ninth gate's call.

Now I pass the point of no return,

As towards the stars I fall.