You, Ruler of the Dead. 
How many times have I seen Your visage? 
Was it once, twice, or thrice? 
Your beautiful, graceful form standing over me. 
Waiting, watching; will this be the time? 

Many a time, have I come to Your door. 
I have felt Your icy touch glide across my chest. 
In its coldness, was a warmth, a comfort. 
I was not fearful nor sad but curious. 
Curious as why You have not yet taken me. 

A gentle caress of my cheek, 
Your whispers, sounding of soft chimes. 
“Not now, not yet, but one day.” 
You return me to the healers and tell me to go home. 
They lead me from Your door and back to my family. 

Your presence, now ever present. 
Reminds me just how fleeting this life is. 
So now I cherish these days that I live. 
Goddess of Twilight, may we meet again, when I am old and grey