Death, sublime and transient,
Turning ever before me,
A kaleidoscope of endings,
I plummet with them into the abyss of earth.
Death, perfect in design,
Central to transformed life,
The Hope of new birth.
Ever forming, ever twisting, ever controlling, all of me.
Ever fulfilling, ever describing, all of life.
Death is now the color of glory.
Death, complete and unalterable,
Grey and monotone,
Hastening the end.
Death, produced in intelligence,
Warping the fabric of beauty,
Becoming all there is.
There was once a forest here.
Now there is only the Image of God.