The Event Horizon

I kissed death last night,
I kissed death itself.
He took up my hand
and offered to help.
I did not fight
this tall, hooded man;
I only accepted
the death in his hand.
This dark, hooded figure
Showed me my life.
The memories replayed,
Then I saw a white light.
I closed my red eyes,
And shed my last tear.
Thank thee, dark figure,
for taking me here.

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