Death

Death is but a mistress as silent as can be.

A hidden beauty shrouded in complete mystery.

A harsh truth we all must meet and come to terms one day.

To fall so deep into slumber forever where we lay.

To most she's misunderstood and feared but in honesty there's no need to be.

She wants to be welcomed with open arms to lead you to whom you must see.

She may be a very harsh truth but when its you're time you will go.

So open your arms and embrace her cold hug, there's no use fighting nature's flow