He comes to you at rest
with outstretched arm in judge-less greeting
beckoning, a light, a guide
dead and alive;
like you
a god, a demon
an angel in waiting
the ageless servant of the moon
with wings or horns adorned
his face a mask
comforting
leading you to the end
a new beginning
Death is his name
yet alive you follow
in darkness, through the hollow
toward the unknown lands
of forever tomorrows
the path of the Psychopomp
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