Exia

The moon rose high tonight 

The darkness hidden just around the corner

Blades of grass were shown so bright 

He could now clearly see her

Exia, the goddess of death 

She was full of light, with a kind face

With warm hands, she calmed his lasting breath

And he gave to her, a warm embrace

Speaking as if they were life long friends

They spent what felt like years together 

She had followed his road of life, with all of its bends

And with his final breath, he called her name

Exia the Goddess of Death.