Muerte

Dear Mister Reaper,

We've danced before,

A waltz of sorrow,

a tango fueled by grief.

You wander the world unseen,

yet I've heard your whispers.

The last words heard

by loved ones long lost.

I wonder which lullaby you sing,

before you sail them on the river Styx

and where they think they're going.

Do you give them any answers?

Any sense of knowing?

I hope you lend a shoulder,

to those who need assurance

and help those on their way,

with a few too many regrets.