Thanatos
Death is at your doorway, the reaper nears, cloaked in darkness,
His essence veiled. He knows your time is close at hand.
How now shall you meet Azrael? He is transported across the mortimer,
The sea of the dead, he has your name upon his list, he draws closer.
Quickly now whilst the choice is still yours, what shall it be? A peaceful sleep as
breath departs undisturbed?
Maybe suicide, the tablets left strewn upon the floor, as the grip of your dead fingers
cling still to the bottle?
Or do you chose fate, Let the book of the dead make the final entry of the last chapter,
that was once your life?
Carry with you the Asphodel, the pale yellow lily, food of the dead, for the banquet is
being prepared for you.
Libitina awaits to collect your corpse, the funeral procession she oversees, the world of
Hades awaits.
So tell me, which death do you chose? For the time is drawing near.
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