Death Blue

I saw him coming, my old friend Death 
His eyes were not wrathful but also not Kind
He simply looked up at the sky so Blue 
Asked me if I was doing quite Well
I told him I wasn’t ready to be Dead
He said to be calm and step onto the Ship

I stepped onto the dock of a large white Ship 
Behind following closely was the figure of Death
I asked if this was a ship for the Dead
He told me this vessel was a different Kind
One humanity knew all too Well
And I should watch the great expanse of Blue

We sailed out further enveloped in Blue
Was it ocean or sky? I couldn’t tell from the Ship
The size seemed to fluctuate from sea to Well
I tried to get some clarity from Death
But he simply said watch, his eyes now Kind
It was time for the flashback given to the Dead 

Funny, he told me I wasn’t Dead
Made this seem like a joyride in the Blue 
I guess he was trying to be Kind
Luring me with lies onto this Ship
But I guess I saw through Death
I know him all too Well
I know he only means Well
I knew deep down I was headed for Dead
I focused my attention back to the face of Death
He told me once more to look into the Blue
I watched my life pass from the dock of the Ship
I took solace in knowing at least I was Kind

I watched my memories, of every Kind
I think in life I had done Well
I was ready to leave the Ship
I was ready to join the Dead
I was ready to dive into the Blue
I was ready to embrace Death

Death sent me off with a smile quite kind
With a well-executed jump, I abandoned Ship
And joined the dead in the peaceful Blue

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