Deaths' hand is white
It gently touches me
Death IS an angel
I am not afraid
Death holds me close
I dance with death again
the corpses dance with us too
now they are angels
they glow bright and light the way
Death has wings
we dance high into the sky
closer to the light
it is almost blinding
I look down
my red corset is now white
a long flowing skirt covers my legs
all the corpses are in white
they sing a tune as we dance higher
This MUST be heaven
it is so beautiful
I hear the music of harps
the clouds are endless
The light envelops me
I feel I am almost there
but WHERE is there???
Death slows its' climb
It knows we are close
I see shadows ahead in the distance
Loved ones long gone have come to greet me
They are dancing too
Familiar faces but I don't remember names
I am happy to be with death
with loved ones around me now, I feel safe
Faces smiling and glowing
I start to remember...
Grandma??? Grandpa???
They look so young and happy as they dance
I HAVE missed them
Seeing their faces...
I know I am HOME!
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