Death is

Death is a ceremony
it has its own song-
smell
ambience
it has its own colour
the darkest midnight,
without a solitary star to illuminate its path

Death has its own mystery-
no two are ever alike
both in the deliverance
and the acceptance
cowered
or arms outstretched
it never receives a welcome
or anything else

Death has its own greeting
its pledge's-many
it is the most well known
above all else-
death is the holy one