For those fighting for their lives,
and those awaiting the outcome.

Death come calling softly;
I hear your whisper on my wind.
I know your time must come to call;
relax your reaper grim.

For as there is high time for birth,
so too, the perfect time to die;
it is the holy, enduring way
of Gaia's balance realized.

I expect this task must take its toll--
forever giving people fright.
You would at once reveal your ease,
would resistance reliquish mighty fight

Thus, as my contract closes,
as my candle wick frays thin,
come kindly lead me by the hand;
let us embrace as new-found friends.

For, as Sun and Moon in union dance
together in one sky,
yet we perceive stark opposites,
the day against the night--
so, too, the shrouded truth of you
that the wind which brings my death
is one and the same from sacred rings
whence comes the newborn's breath.