Echoes Of My Inner Storm

05

November 30, 2023

In the quiet of the midnight air,
Where shadows dance without a care,
A girl walks softly, pale and fair,
With a secret no one dares to share.

Her touch is cold, like winter's breath
A soft whisper that brings death
No anger, no rage, just stillness found
In her embrace all pain is gone.

But in her eyes, there is a kindness
A mercy in her serious face
Even though she ends life
She offers peace in death's own space.

She is the dusk, the final sigh
The starless night, the fading sky
A girl who ends it all, and why?
To let us rest and say goodbye.

In her world, no tears remain
No suffering, no lasting pain
Just endless sleep, a quiet reign
For she is death, both kind and plain.

chirumiix

Author: I wrote this when I dreamt of a woman who introduced herself as someone who guides soul in the physical world and into the gates of the afterlife. I was still very young when i dreamt of her, and that inspired me to write a poem about her.