Voltaire the Vulture

Though I rest here within the heavens,
I feel most grounded,
I was once able to soar through any clouds,
But my wings are now gone,

My family, do they know that I lay here,
Waiting for a rescue?
They must have fled,
For the harsh cold is soon to come,
Why am I subjected to this,
Was death my destiny?

If that is so,
Then everything is destined to die,
The withered, The blooming,
To all of those who are widowed,
And I myself am no exception to the one fear in life,

Am I afraid of the void that calls to me,
Without thinking twice,
Without choking on my words,
I say no,

You may think death is the embodiment of fear,
I think of it as the morning sky,
From the crawling darkness comes a dimming light,
A light that has variant of beautiful colors,
Then comes the embracing blue sky,
At the peak of its rise,
Then comes the dimming light once more,
Growing weary and tired,
Then darkness,
Where the light fails to exist,

It is beautiful to see such a transition,
To watch life unfold before you,
If I die here,
Then so let it be,
If one shall be at my side,
Then all the better,

But now I lay here,
Waiting for the darkness to overcome me,
I shall not forget my days that I have soared through the clouds,
And the days I spent growing within the heavens,

It is now here,
That I go spiraling down towards the earth,
Forever to fall within the dark everlasting void,

Death,
It is now my turn,
To fly under your wing along with the perished,
For now I close my eyes,
And wait for was destined to come in my life.