Field of forget-me-nots

Dear Death,

Many thoughts roam in my head
And some of them are more powerful than others
The ones that concern me and throw a weird shadow upon me
Are the thoughts of death

People portray her as calm or unnerving
With the blade to rip souls out of bodies or cut through the sorrow to make them pure of life-long pain
I wonder how many lives she has taken and whether she has lost count,
when?
at what age?

She is ageless, I know, but I wonder how long for? And whose lives she takes, only human or others?
When stars in the sky die, who is she? An observer?
Or does she fly to collect stardust and make something of it?

Does she fly?

People think she has wings, looks like a skeleton, hideous and scary
Is she sad or happy by such assumptions, or maybe
She has no care and just does her job?

When someone decides to gift her their lives willingly, does she save those lost souls or ignore them?
And when she finally comes for our souls
Does it feel like a soft embrace or free falling into an empty void?

Many thoughts roam in my head
Whilst death roams the world