All souls the same in the end

They called her

Mother Death

Benevolent

Nurturing

A graceful hand

A gentle passing

Too youthful a face

Too powerful a force

One would kneel

Give it all

Just to make her smile

And whoever she

Took into her arms was

Blessed

So honest

So sweet

And whoever she kissed

Became holy

Loving all

Missing none

And whoever she stole

From this world with a breath

Found peace in

A shades life

Grey and cyclical

And she watched

Loved them still

All souls the same in the end