...Death's embrace...
Chills down your spine,
close to fear.
You hear her whisper
in your ear.
"Prepared to breathe
your last breath?
And surrender into
the arms of Death."
Gentle, concerned faces
surround.
Echoes of stifled
sobs sound...
The priest's prayers
are a silent mime.
She smiles and says,
"Its almost time"
Her cold, invisible hand
upon your fevered brow.
Your freedom looms
much closer now.
Your wife's warmth
from afar,
How varied the touches
of comfort are.
Your eyes fixated
upon her calm face.
A dying man's final
distant gaze.
With a tender kiss,
she steals your breath.
Your broken, pained body
welcomes Death.
