#1 Death

Shortly after breathing that one gasping, final breath

You’ll find yourself at a gate, with the hooded man, Death

An empty plane, ever expanding out

Yet none around to hear you shout

The gate itself is indeed a sight

black obsidian, detailing bone white

The skulls of those passed mounted within the stone

Around it lie the excess, flesh and bone

You find yourself staring, mesmerized, enchanted, while Death awaits

He holds in his left ,your soul, his right, key to the gate

He offers you a choice, while blankly staring at you

For Death cares not what you do

You can stay here, Death says looking upon his left hand

You pass into oblivion, your soul becomes one with the sand

Or you can pass beyond the gate to love ones lost

but ask yourself, what is the cost?

Have they released their sorrows, or ties to the Earth?

Is the choice you make, the trouble worth?

Have you shed these things? Can you move on?

Or shall you just pass, and simply be gone?

You’ll find yourself reunited, for better or worse, if you go

Though even I cannot say be it friend or foe

Or stay, your hold on everything lose

but Death cares not for what you chose

Worldly emotions follow through the door

Can you get over them, cast them to the floor?

Find you loved ones, be they at peace of mind

but Death cares not for what you find

You can pass to sand, and be forever free

No more thoughts, troubles no more for thee

No more sorrowful, emotional cascade

and Death cares not if you fade

Make your choice, the left or right

Gone forever, or still to fight?

When the time comes, Death won’t assist you

for Death cares not what you do

In his eyes, your life is naught but void

He has another soul, and his time enjoyed

Your soul is his, after the time you die

and Death cares not for you or I

One day you’ll meet the vacant stare

for Death can find you anywhere

It will matter not what on Earth you protected

For Death cares only for a soul collected.