What of death
the cessation life,
the body stops
the mechanism breaks down
gives up the ghost,
the soul quits the vessel,
but what is so important
of the vessel
that we fear what is to come,
what hides within the shadows
hides on the other side,
behind the light that glares
balefully from the tunnel’s end,
is it benevolent in nature
or malicious of intent,
does it seek to consume you
with eternal fire,
or accept you within a loving glow…
will I never know, one or the other
the hood I’ve pulled to cover
my eyes, and too I look away
I can’t face my fears
no, not yet, not yet this day
I cower once if always
in darkness I will hide
if death can find me she can have me
but her way I will not ride…