She is a black gem
That harbors the pearls of life
She comes when she is needed
And takes what is not
For eternity she receives hatred from the living
But in the eyes of those that are fading
She is a loving messenger of peace
Strong men that stands on the hills of war
Lust for her
And adorn themselves to meet her
For with a sinister smile they run to her
But with the love of their unfulfilled lives
She forsaken them
She is cursed with a misunderstood
Gift of mercy
But I adore her and find her beautiful
Yet, to show kindness
I will wait for her
And I will not rush to meet this goddess
For her presences should never be called upon prematurely
Because her name is that of a gentle Death.
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
