Death,be not afraid

Death,be not afraid.

Death,be not afraid
Saddened by framed time
Quicksilver rolls on
Crumbles to smithereens.
Wounded time heals
Embalms the memories
Hastens to hurry away.
Death,be not proud
Walk alone you cannot
Crush the roots that beckon
On the onward trail
The hollow womb to be.
Death,be not afraid
For I belong to you
Head held high
We walk together
Down the tread.
Kissed dawn filters
Mirrored in the morn
A smile reflected
In the twilight.
Death,be not afraid
For I am there
To hold your hands
To ring the knell.