Moonlight Dwelling

No fear of dying
I welcome it
Will I go quietly
Freshly dug grave
Tombstone in place
Birth and death
Finally merge
Engraved words
Cold stone slab
No fear of grasping
The hand of death
Smile at the thought
Sweetly greeted
Morbid excitement
Has emerged at dying
Embrace my death
It is coming soon
Smell it on the wind

By Barbara Desmond