Out of the depths I come
like a thick dense blanket to cover
all the fields that beneath me arise
and my name flurries within the wind
and stirs the fears of men's hearts
for I have been before any were
and my time shall be when all is brushed away

I am the depth of all you see
the store house of the heavens great rumblings
watch as I trash the seas great waters
and whimper in the silence of all you recall
for I am that ancient being
born upon the tempest cries
I carry the seeds of time
to plant upon the mind and season my ways

I drift between the dream and nightmare
I am rooted within the dungeons of your hearts
your eyes have seen and known
because of me you tremble and cry
hear the words that blast forever
upon the doors of heaven and hell and know
here in the silence of your heart you hear
the haunting voice of your very dwelling

I saw your breath when first taken
and watched as you grew and filled this form
I shall be there to watch it sucked away
when lips tremble, lungs gasp for air
I have been her always, tomorrow holds no time
I am the writer of promises, and fates bestower
I am the liberator of your story

When by ticking second hand
the shadow passes you by
count the blessings upon your heart
and mind well my silent ride
for I come in the night and fly by day
between the fashions of thought and time
when grasping tight, I shall commence that dance
steal their dreams and waltz them past

For behold this old worn face
beloved with the decay of time
I, Death that form that dissolves you
taken all you hold as mine
I am that song of the ancients home
coming to but every one of you
so mark it well so mote it be
one day, eye to eye we shall see

Copyright: Renee Seymour, The Shades Between, 2024