The Room with Many Doors

Death

I don't fear the man in black
I've welcomed him into my home
I offer him some tea and scones
To help along his lonely road

I've never feared the reapers sye
It's in his Arms i wish to dye . He'll kiss my lips
And cleanse my past, he'll hold me firm and grip
Me fast

I've no fear of death , It's only living I have wept
My tears that stained the carbon glass, will water the seeds I've left grassed In the garden of cycles unbroken I saw my child  standing,growing., I saw her smile disappear ,it turned into a frown of fears.

She to would come to welcome death, her father
Her birth right, her inheritance. Death grants mercy to those who call him in the dark, to those who hang from ceilings high , to those with lead in there minds.