Enigma of the Reaper
In the spellbinding of a darkened opened Door.
Do we gather in the unknown fear and still want more?
Enticing is the enigmatic persona of the grim reaper.
That is perceived as deaths dark Secret keeper.
Soon, the unwanted visit will come at last.
We beg and beg when our time has passed.
Arcane visage of the Reaper is well known.
But as the darkness passes the person is shown,
Now a wonderful hand reaches out in kindness.
She is a beautiful sight to behold as her light blinds us.
Unfolding her wings, she beckons me to hold on tight.
Seeing loving compassion in her eyes as we took flight.
We ascend into the universe created by the great I am.
The gates of love and joy welcome us as we stand.
Oh to see such joy of children playing on the grass.
As we sing from our hearts with pure love that will last.
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