Death

I ride the winds of freedom on tireless wings.
My soul, so deep and clear, the song of victory sings.
I leave the Earth behind me as I soar in silver flight.
The world I knew lies golden in the early morning light.

But no more is that land below a prison for my heart-
Life's no more a burden, Death has bidden me to start
upon my rainbow journey with my wings upon the wind,
for I am dead and care no more for sorrow nor for sin.

Death wears not an ebon cloak, nor has a face of bone,
He carries not a sharpened scythe, and has no heart of stone.
For Death, she is a lady, and she wears a silken gown
and glides with me on winds of song which never let us down.

Life is but a stopping point 'twixt "was" and "what will be",
And Death has many faces that no living one may see.
Our spirits soar, up fast, away from Earth we fly,
We flee the land, we seek the stars, my lady, Death, and I.