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I walk along the lonely graves,
the dark night echoes in my ears.

I'm through waiting for death,
when it took away one I'd loved,
I decided to seek it out.

Clutch my weapon in my hand,
searching the shadows,
I do not sense his presence just yet.

So many names, they all run like ink,
filtering through my mind.

Reckless and unafraid,
I search for my opponent.

There, he appears, steps out,
cloaked in night.

He sees me, but I can't see his face,
I want to look my enemy in the eyes.

Why did you take him from me,
I ask him silently.

I do not need to speak aloud,
for I know he hears my thoughts.

Still he says nothing,
merely stands there, his scythe at his side.

I've lost my way,
don't care enough some days,
don't want to find my way back.

He beckons me to follow,
as he turns away into the night,
and I do, clutching my weapon in my hand.

Waiting for my moment,
though I know fighting him is pointless,
I don't care anymore.

He stops then,
looking at me, tells me silently to see.

The name carved upon the stone is that of someone I'd loved,
the one this god of darkness took from me.

I crumble to my knees,
yet the sobs won't come.

I look up at Him,
eyes burning in hatred.

I know he is not to blame,
deep in my heart,
but it does not console the deep pain.

He reaches out,
his hand a whisper's length from my face.

I get back to my feet,
look at my hand,
my weapon is useless, I see now.

I throw it at his feet,
but his eyes never leave my face.

This weapon is my freedom,
but it is meaningless to me.
I can not fight him,
this I know.

He still watches me,
as I turn to walk away.

I see things clearly now,
I cannot fight death,
for there is nothing to fight,
it is niether good nor evil.

I turn to look back,
but I know He has gone,
the Angel of Death.

I cannot fight death,
but I see now, that just maybe,
I can live in the light with my love.

I will meet him again one day,
this I know, but when that day comes,
I will not cease to fight.

My life may be filled with skeletons and darkness,
but it is also filled with love,
the love of those I care about in return.

My walk with death has shown me,
death can not be fought,
only respected in silence.

I smile into the night,
knowing he can sense it,
and I bid him a silent farewell.

For now I will live,
until the day comes where I have to dance again with death.