the Reaper

sweet delicate death,

who are you to whisper like rain and cry like winter?

be still and watch the living ache.

beautiful harmless death,

who are you to howl like wind and chase like the moon?

be still and ponder the darkness’s depth.

fragile creature,

you who has never known life

and only walks among the shadows,

let the day break upon the mountain.

let the waves crash upon the shore.

let the world begin anew

and be still .