Resting, observing, watching everyone from a higher place.
I blend in with my surroundings, I become one with it. I am comfortable and free in the cold night sky, hidden among the trees. My feathers keep me warm.
I find peace and freedom in solitude, I hear and see all.
The pale yellow moon is my light, illuminating the fields. Even without her, I see with perfect vision.
I see a slight movement, I can hear your tiny heart beating fast, nervous, anxious, afraid.
I am Death and I coming down on you swiftly.
My wingspan is majestic and my talons are sharp.
You won’t feel a thing.
You will die only to live again and again.
You will remember bits and pieces of a violent past, you will be drawn to certain things without fully knowing why.
You will remember. And when it all starts to make sense,
you will die again.
And will be reborn into another finite body.
The infinite cycle continues.